Would Jane Eyre come to the Information Desk? The speaker voice at Heathrow Airport said. There was I minding my own business. And when she came near, she was shouting: My name is Bertha; my name is not Jane Eyre I come from Kingston, Jamaica. Look here. Well, they’d placed handcuffs on her. Ras! She […]
O ma darlin wee one At last you are here in the wurld And wi’ aa your wisdom Your een bricht as the stars, You’ve filled this hoose with licht, Yer trusty wee haun, your globe o’ a heid, My cherished yin, my hert’s ain! O ma darlin wee one The hale wurld welcomes ye: […]
Whether the weather be dreich or fair, my luve, if guid times greet us, or we hae tae face the worst, ahint and afore whit will happen tae us: blind in the present, eyes open to the furore, unkempt or perjink, suddenly puir or poorly, peely-wally or in fine fettle, beld or frosty, calm as […]
(My father at 87 remembers his father at 17) It wisnae men they sent tae war. It wis boys like the Bantams – wee men named efter sma’ chickens, or later a jeep, a bike, a camera. That needy, fir soldiers, they drapped height Restriction, so small men came to war. As a prisoner, my […]