The story of Steviegun starts on the upper deck of a bus going past Meadowbank Stadium in Edinburgh.
On a wet December’s day in 2012, I sat behind a young lad (maybe 11 or 12) who was gently antagonising what seemed to be his disinterested early-teens brother. The younger kid had a small cuddly lion toy and used this prop to badger his brother with feverish talk including references to what I thought sounded like ‘steevey-gun’.
What a curious expression I thought; I loved it instantly.
I basically half-inched the name and that was that.
To me it means all and it means nothing and thus is perfectly suited to my doodles, reflections and ramblings.