John D Burns

It’s life Jim, but not as we know it.

September 13, 2014johndburns 14

“I’m going to start climbing,” a friend told me last summer. My mind raced back to when I began climbing forty years ago. [...]

In the deep darkness waves of rain sweep down the glen, battering the hills, bouncing pebbles off the tracks and swelling the engorged [...]

August 12, 2014John D Burns 2

A couple of days ago another procession wound it’s way past the jugglers, the clowns and tired comedians who throng Edinburgh’s Royal Mile. [...]

August 9, 2014John D Burns 2

Someone threw this woman away, seems a bit of a waste really, she looks reasonably fresh to me. They could have turned her [...]

August 4, 2014johndburns 2

There are many odd places you can walk but in August of every year there is no mile odder than Edinburgh’s Royal [...]

They tell me it won’t rain for the whole of August but I’m not sure, the Edinburgh skies look fit to burst to [...]

July 31, 2014johndburns 4

“This Play was written by God and is performed by Jesus.” I yell at the top of my voice whilst walking down Edinburgh’s [...]

July 29, 2014John D Burns 6

It happens to all of us most of the time these days. You look in your calendar and something’s missing, someone has stolen [...]

July 25, 2014johndburns 6

It’s almost here, in a few nights I’ll be carried away on that avalanche of culture called the Edinburgh Fringe. I’ll lose a [...]

July 24, 2014July 16, 2018John D Burns 2

Some men cast shadows that linger for generations after their death. George Mallory was such a man. While researching my one man play [...]