David F. McAllister (b. 92) is a writer and editor based in London.

Selected writing:

i. Essays

    On Halloween

    Thoughts on ice
    On glaciers and tourism

    Jimmy Shand as analogy for male adolescent anxiety
    On puberty and ceildih dancing

    Our land
    On the way things have always been

ii. Journalism

    “Westminster’s man in Holyrood”
    On leadership (or lack of it)

    Adobe Flash is finally gone
    On the end of an era

    The disappearing act
    On coronavirus and internationalism

iii. Reviews

    Once swinging
    On the V&A’s So You Say You Want a Revolution?

    Nothing to see, and nothing to say
    On Marlie Mul’s This Exhibtion is Cancelled

    The prime that never comes
    On Muriel Spark’s The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie