It’s five o’clock somewhere, right? In this case, at the stroke of five, I hurried into Seaton House’s Bow Butts Bar for an evening of special cocktails and canapes. I will admit — I am not one to frequent a drink anywhere my feet don’t stick to the floor — heh, hem… Aikmans — so I was grateful for a more refined change of pace. Bow Butts Bar, located on The Scores, hosts a picturesque view over West Sands and is a welcome escape from the blistering wind. The space was tastefully decorated...

One must imagine Sisyphus happy. Therefore, one must imagine me gleefully updating my LinkedIn. Woe and behold, I have drunk the corporate Kool-Aid — i.e., downloaded LinkedIn — a delicious cocktail of humiliation, jealousy, and amusement. As part of a mandatory class for my home school, I have been forced to degrade myself on the créme de la créme of professional networking sites — part of our participation grade is posting on LinkedIn. If you have stalked my digital presence — no shame,...

St Andrews is a Gothic town. Not only in the sense of the ruinous castles and churches, or fog that envelops the cobbled streets on a winter morning. Something more sinister haunts it, too — your what if, what was, or what could have been. Like an itinerant dream — or nightmare — this ‘what if’ graces the Tesco aisles, Boots counter, and library basement. This kind of spectral haunting is an unshakable curse of living within the same three streets for four years. But will you miss your old...