I came here by mistake. I was as shocked by this as anyone. This was not a scheduled stop in my journey home. Not today.
Edinburgh has been in my life for a long time, but I have never lived there. I have passed through, popped in for a visit, even spent the night, but I have never had the chance to live there. I feel like I’ve missed out.
What if someone gets your name wrong? What if, even though you’ve corrected them, they continue to use the incorrect version of your name for the next millennium?
Are you happy with how much you weigh? If so, well done. If not, please understand that it has literally nothing to do with your worth as a human being.
St Andrew, was born in Lower Galilee, in modern-day Syria. It is a stone’s throw from the Golan Heights, but a million miles from the East Neuk of Fife. Yet there is a town in Fife which bears his name. As is usual for such connections, bones are involved.
I want to see galaxies smash together, and stars burn down planets. I want to see things I could have never imagined. Science Fiction has the answer.
Our holiday had taken us from the bright lights of Oslo, through mountain and fjord to the city of Bergen. We were battered; we were broken; we were bruised. We would find joy.