As you read this, advance copies of Issue 367 are already spreading across the barony like fake blood, bent fangs and spilt Haribos in a gutter.
Page 1 of the November Spurtle begins briefly, continues shambolically, appeals nakedly and concludes with a plug.
We examine two kinds of invisibility on Page 2, two disappearances, three changes of use, opportunities, handwringing and new things to prohibit in public parks.
As you read this, advance copies of the October Spurtle have already begun dispersing across the barony like political pollen on a conference wind.
Issue 366 begins excitingly with a boring lack of ambition, then continues with the non-appearance of something eagerly anticipated. It picks up a bit with 63 local languages, the perils of zigzags and a discovery which has lit up the world of bogus Roman archaeology.
As you read this, advance copies of the September Spurtle are already spreading across the barony like bakery bags (asking you to dispose of them thoughtfully) in kerbside bushes.
Issue 365 begins with exceptional caution before sliding by way of brie to a bridge. We encounter a monster and questionable gynaecologist, en route.
As you read this, advance copies of the August Spurtle are already spreading across the Barony like convenient fires in prominent but problematic development sites.
Issue 364 smoulders with splits, questionable construction and closure. It continues with an appealing 25 per cent, is unamused by stale jokes, and shares fears for community cohesion and unwelcome biscuits.
As you read this, advance copies of the July Spurtle are already wafting across the barony like grains of birch pollen spreading joy and optimism wherever they fall.
Issue 363 begins with high hopes of a new owner, the dim view of a glazed look, and the vague possibility of a sodden addition to one sun-filled corner of Bellevue Central. We bid farewell to a friend and founder member of this publication.
As you read this, advance copies of the June Spurtle have already spilled out onto the barony’s streets like exuberant Arsenal fans celebrating a really encouraging performance by their team.
Issue 362 begins with a Holyrood round-up, hopes of less hassle for tenement homeowners, no end of snags and a plea to identify the intriguing Miss Eva.
As you read this, advance copies of the May issue are already appearing across the barony like spring hares dodging buses on the A1.
Page 1 skips into action with fivefold bad news for anyone wanting a permanent home in the Greater Spurtleshire area. There follows some cheerier reportage about city-centre piracy and another starring role for the heart of the New Town.
As you read this, advance copies of the April Spurtle are already spreading across Broughton like strangely musclebound birdwatchers wandering innocently across the beaches of Kharg Island counting puffins.
Issue 360 begins on Page 1 with news of opposition, past and ongoing, to ever more visitor rooms in the area when what Edinburgh citizens really want is homes. There’s news, too, of Council penny-pinching in Powderhall and a People & Places puzzle which over 2 months perplexed and pissed off our readers in unequal proportions. We announce the winner.
As you read this, advance copies of the March Spurtle are already spreading across the barony like potholes fleeing a Council roadmender in advance of the budget deadline.
Issue 359 starts with news of an appeal, continues with calls for better signage, and concludes with a dodo and voters on floaters.
As you read this, advance copies of the February Spurtle are already spreading across Broughton like tears down the cheeks of a sair-hertit Livingston fan.
Page 1 wastes no time before dealing with three own goals and a stifled response to laughable performance. At one point, we advise reading between the lines. It continues with glee and even more appalling behaviour.
We cover a new approach to domestic independence on Page 2, along with new bricks on the block and a bid to clarify progress through the turbid waters of Planning.