mostly david ephgrave

Yesterday, my umbrella bit the dust. I bought it in August of 2008; just a few days into mine and Glyn’s first Edinburgh Festival. It was purchased out of necessity – anyone who’s experienced a Scottish summer will know what I’m talking about – and stuck with me through thick and thin ever since. In all that time not a single bad word has passed between us. I probably shouldn’t be surprised by this: after all, it’s just an umbrella . But what an umbrella. I bought it in Boots at the foot of the Royal Mile, during a brief respite from a depressing day of flyering (there were plenty of those). Glyn got one too - though our third cast member, Cal Tumminello, decided to opt for just a plastic bag instead. It was the wettest summer the city had seen in years; consequently, Cal soon became the wettest Italian. Our matching pair of brollies was a source of constant confusion; the handles were a slightly different colour, though I co...