Coming home from a lovely meal at Telford College's Zero One restaurant the other night, made even lovelier by it being Nick's treat, I greeted an Indian gentleman who was leaving the ground floor for the basement as I approached the lift.

This is what met my eyes when the lift door opened. I stepped in and snapped then stepped back out of the lift whether to snap it from another angle or to ask the chap if he hadn't perhaps forgotten his chapattis I am not sure but the door closed and lift and contents vanished from view.

I jabbed at the button but the lift did not respond. It whirred on a journey up and down the shaft ignoring my persistent finger.

I could hear male and female sub-continental voices exchange incomprehensible remarks until silence fell broken by a descending whirr and a final clunk as the lift came to rest revealing only a trace of its former burden.


25kg of chapatti flour had disappeared in a mechanised form of Indian rope trick.

Collage of a happy holiday weekend near Cupar.

One gets used to miles of traffic cones on motorways with nothing very much in evidence to explain why they are there. Now this phenomenon has spread to the pavement in Princes Street.

Watch this space.

The team who swept to victory with 4.48 Psychosis on Saturday night. Does this garment belong to one of them or to one of their followers or has the litter lunatic penetrated as far as my bathroom?

Ndebele has closed down.

Ag pleez Deddy where will we get our biltong now? (with apologies to Jeremy Taylor).

This is the mini demo that met my eyes when I went to the City Chambers to sit in on the planning committee deliberations on the Caltongate development.

There has been a great deal of polemic over these plans. You can read the rosy view of the developers (don't miss the amazing movie) or the black views of the protestors or in search of undoubtedly partial but less visceral plaints see what the Cockburn Association has had to say.

Whatever you do you'll find it hard to make up your mind. Most of it is being built on the ground previously occupied by a bus depot. No loss there methinks. Some of it entails the demolition of existing buildings. This will go.
Built as an infant school in 1901 I wonder if there were protests about what had to be done away with to allow its construction? It's not a school now and I believe that provision is being made for its current functions to be carried on elsewhere in the area but still you'd like to think it might have been incorporated somewhere.

One of the more bizarre complaints I read in the comments in the on-line Scotsman was that Scotland's northern latitude dictated the need for wide streets and low buildings. Not I think a characteristic of Edinburgh's Old Town. Sydney Goodsir Smith called the Canongate a canyon not a boulevard.

In the three hours I attended there was a lot of discussion and some highly vocal protests from the public benches. "Money grabbing gits" or some similar remark met the approval of the sub-division of the planning application relating to the hotel.

The planning committee as a whole however had few doubts and voted most of it through. Next stop is referral to the Scottish Executive. What with Trump's golf course and this they'll be brought down to earth after yesterday's budget triumph.

Personally I like the overall ideas and the layout of the various elements but I'm not too keen on the look of the buildings. If we are going modern I'd prefer them to be more exciting, more daring, mould breaking - more Scottish Parliament than Victoria Quay.

Maybe they'll grow on me, if they ever get built.