I started the week looking at Robert Ferguson, Scots poet, who died in Bedlam at the age of 24. He stands in the High Street near the office, looking like he’s in a bit of a rush.I ended it listening to Iain Milne, Scots rugby hero and ’84 Grand Slam winner, at the SPF dinner with Arim. Most of the meal spent comparing notes on recent trip to the US. Not so poetic, but entertaining none the less.
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The Radio Forth awards make for a raucous Edinburgh afternoon. Our client Consensus Capital invited me along and I enjoyed the chat, good food, and an update on what ‘the kids’ listen to now… …and JLS’s last ever performance on Scottish soil!
Then Boy George turned up. Sounded just as good as Christmas ’82.
Celebrating my parents’ Golden Wedding at Kinellan House: good food, speeches, slides and a song.
21 Slater’s Steps, our new office. We’ve swapped an old building on the New Town for a new one in the Old Town. Seems good so far: bright, spacious, peaceful; and the few sceptical staff seem to be enjoying it too. Lot’s still to sort out though, so we’ll see how it goes.
Six years after moving into Hudson House we’ve grown out of it’s biggest space and it’s time to get our own place. Broughton Street is a good part of town but there’s a limit to how many people you can squeeze into the former drawing room of a New Town terraced house. Twelve is too many, I think.
Each year, Edinburgh has about 13 festivals and about 4million people turn up to watch what’s going on. Just now it’s full. As in most things, it’s the mediocre that predominates, whether it’s dull stand ups from dull BBC panel shows or formulaic street performers. There’s always good stuff too and the whole office went to Kazakoshi, Japanese drumming by these guys:
This was pretty ecstatic.
Whilst it’s hard to capture the transformation in the streets, it’s fun to try. From an attractive, temporary (“pop up”?!) cafe the street performers don’t seem so bad.
In a house on York Place watching ‘Look at the State of Britain’ in a room about the size of a bedroom. It was in a house along here that Henry Raeburn painted his amazing portraits.
We watched Ash (from the train the other) day with his reggae/ ska band at the Blind Poet after. Another intimate venue and more performers who can fill the space.
Maybe an unconventional tenth anniversary but fun none the less.
Cycling round Edinburgh looking at new office space. The parliament end of the old town is my current favourite location and this is local landmark the Tolbooth. It was apparently built in 1591 but could be much younger. Not much changes through the generations in this architecture lark.
Richard Murphy is building his own house just a long the street from the office. Sketching it is like unravellng a little puzzle so I can’t imagine building it is all that straightforward.
Isla chatting to the ladies whilst the Smith sisters, Michael and Sandy chat down the other end of the table. Fraser and Innes are next to me. They are wearing pizza chef hats too.
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