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Episode Seventy One – Speaking of Fireworks…

The fireworks celebrating the end of the Edinburgh International Festival

Even halfway down the Mile our vantage point was pretty good.

It’s funny that I should publish that post about fireworks only a couple of days ago, because today is the day of the end-of-festival firework show in Edinburgh! I didn’t really know much about it until a week or so ago – one of the guides mentioned it at work, and then I saw a poster in the window of the Lyceum theatre. Apparently the¬†orchestra was performing in the gardens and the fireworks were supposed to be synchronised to the symphony… or something. Continue reading

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Episode Forty Four – The Juggler Who Couldn’t Catch

It’s true – during my last couple of years of high school, this was what they called me.

My group of friends was something of an offshoot from the main clamour of students. Most of us were not part of the ‘elite’ classes you always find in secondary education; nor, I like to believe, were we looked upon as nerds or outcasts (for the most part). For the lack of a more universally-accurate description of us, we were generally known simply as ‘The Jugglers’. I think I started going to Duncan’s Juggling Club in my fourth year, and I learned a few new skills, made a few new friends, and achieved my original goal of operating in the same circles as the boy I liked, back in the day.

Give me three hacky sacks, apples, clubs even; and I’d be able to knock your socks off with 3-ball cascades, inverse tosses, showers or even the occasional flash. But throw a projectile my way with as much warning as you please, and I would miss it every time. It’s not difficult to see why they called me the juggler who couldn’t catch. Continue reading

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Episode Twenty Seven – How to volunteer in Costa Rica

“It’s Thursday, June thirtieth, twenty eleven” says the presenter of my favourite high-tech, low-brow podcast, in his normal tone. It’s almost as though today might as well be any other day. Isn’t it strange how different everyone’s perspectives are? He was probably thinking “It’s Thursday – almost the weekend”, or “We’re coming up to the 4th of July”. I’m sitting here in my big, empty white room (well, it would be empty if there weren’t three clothes driers airing out practically every garment I own); and to me, today is not ‘nearly the fourth of July’: it is my last day in Scotland. By the weekend I’ll have begun episode twenty eight of my life, and I’ll have begun it in Costa Rica. Continue reading

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Episode Nine – Life Goes On

Hello to everyone!

So I’m home now.

Well, I say “home”. I’m not anywhere I’ve ever called “home” before. I’m not at my mum’s flat-roofed house in the Borders; I’m not in Robertson’s Close, the place I’d come to call home last year; nor am I even at Grant’s place in Zanesville, which I did catch myself calling “home” a couple of times, even though I guess I didn’t really have any right to. No – I’m at my new flat in Edinburgh, which I’ll be renting out for the coming year with my friend and flatmate from last year, Jenny. But I’m still in this weird interim period before Jenny arrives, living with another friend until the end of the summer, and I’m kind of caught in some weird limbo. Half of my stuff is still not unpacked; I’ve yet to christen the washing machine (although that will need to be done VERY soon); my walls remain empty and I’m in the process of finding a job and settling in to the area. In short – I say I’m “home” but it doesn’t really feel like “home” yet. Continue reading

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