Vacation

I’m going on holidays (Costa del Argyll for a low-carbon austerity-busting staycation). Worry not, abnormal service will continue. Sliding imperiously into the editor’s chair to steal my cheroots and rifle through my back catalogue of the Broughton Spurtle is my colleague and collaborator Kevin Williamson, he of Neu Reekie and Rebel Inc fame, amongst much else. So all memos, grievances, cash, long conspiracy-theory articles about the Knights Templar, the Stone of Destiny and Chemtrails, epistles of great wisdom, ‘game changing’ essays and suchlike should be directed to him. He will be posting a regular blog on all things #indyref and beyond.

I am attempting a week long digital detox, or ‘social media de-lousing’ as someone put it, the results of which will either be a grumpy nervous wreck of fevered disconnectedness, or a refreshed and revived Bella, full of perspective sun-dashed and wind-blown with sand between my toes and the bit between my teeth. As with most west coast holidays the success is 93% dependent on the midge factor.