Tag Archives: Scotland

Hey w**ker, can I have some cheese with that, please.

F**k,” shouts Tattoo man. “W**ker,” shouts his friend. It is lunch time, and I am in a Spar supermarket in Arisaig, a port town on the West coast of Scotland. From the sliding windows I can see a bay filled … Continue reading

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When the census man returns. Part two, the mystery.

  Festus’s eyes had followed me for days. They stared at me as I walked up the street, and when I left the front gate. His eyes were on a poster, placed on a street lamp directly outside my house. … Continue reading

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