The Final Act

Greetings, you splendid things. You join me as I steer The Hutchison Monolgues into the choppy waters of the home straight. Thank you for bearing with me over the past nine months. Doubtless you have enjoyed this queasy voyage a lot less than me.
As always, I was intending to accompany this ‘volume transition’ with an assurance [...]

Lies, Damned Lies, and Statistics

Statistics. How would you even start to write a post about statistics? 
At the moment, I’m in the process of throwing together a doctoral thesis. Having gathered all the data, I’m now at the stage of putting it all in the one place in order to analyse it. Said analysis involves diving deep into the very shallow waters of my statistical knowledge. [...]

A Quik Bite of the Fat Stuff

Yesterday, thinking it would be a good idea to involve ourselves with the post-Christmas sales, Mrs H and I set out for an unforgettable trip to Ocean Terminal. For those who are yet to frequent the OT, it is a veritable shopping Mecca for those in the North East of Edinburgh, as well as to [...]

Why We Have Boxing Day

Last night, my estimable father-in-law and I thought we’d get the jump on the rest of the do-gooders by heading on down to Tesco to dispose of the roomful of detritus that Christmas had somehow generated. The paper, cardboard, plastic and glass had been dutifully sorted into their respective bags, so we bundled them into [...]

Five Little-Known Facts

OK, readers. We’re getting to the stage where it might be necessary to flesh out the enigmatic Mr H a little. Neil Costley has just thrown down the gauntlet by “tagging” me, which means that I must divulge five hitherto unknown facts about myself. By the way, do look at Costley’s blog (hit the link [...]

An Evening at Waverley Station

Avid readers will recall that the run-up to the official New Year opening of the blog was to be devoted to mastering the medium. As it turns out, there’s not much to it. Why don’t I just crack on?

I had an interesting evening tonight. Mrs H was involved in a school production (don’t be alarmed [...]