This is a piece I wrote about my adventures this week with the Dighty group. I am recording peoples stories and memories about the burn and the following is a result of recent conversations. The comment about community service is a joke Stuart and I shared whilst litter picking along from Sainsburys, and all the other references came from stories I have been told including the one about a young squaddie in Hong Kong meeting a film star.
True Grit.
Chill
dank
dead fingers wi’ cold.
Picking litter on the roadside
wi’ oor wee grabby sticks.
Community service we chuckle.
“Ah weel”, he says
“That’ll teach yous fae locking the bobby in his tardis,
an’ fae tying the doorknobs the ‘gether
cross the landing in the tenement
so they cannae get oot.
Ha ha yer dunderheid.”
Anyways,
I’m awa’
ta’ the post office an’ ma giro,
an’ on ta the Hilton fae a beer
wi’ John Wayne.
Cheeri,
compadre.
dominique cameron 