off and all was quiet again. Flossie was grateful. He asked if I would like a job as a bouncer. âNaw, but Iâll have a double whisky.â
When I returned home my mother was watching the telly as usual.
âSome carry on that wis,â she said. âYeâll noâ catch me in one oâ these lounges again.â
âIt was aâ your fault anyway.â
She was amazed, âMy fault!â
âIf it hudny been for the fact that ye were encouraginâ Proctor Mallion I wouldny have taken ye to the Paxton. I thought ye must be havinâ a right dreary time when ye took up wiâ a character like him.â
She appeared to be so stunned that she became breathless. Finally she said, âMe, takinâ up wiâ Proctor! The only reason he was in the hoose wis because I wis sellinâ him that set oâ tools lyinâ under yer bed. Theyâve been lyinâ there for ages anâ I could never get cleaninâ the room right because oâ them. I only got a fiver but it was well worth it tae get rid oâ them.â
âWait a minute,â I said, scarcely able to credit my ears. âYou didny gie him ma set oâ tools that took me two years tae pay up when I wis an apprentice brickie?â
âWell, ye never had them oot the box as far as I can remember.â
âYe donât understand,â I said slowly, my head beginning to ache. âYe never use yer own tools if ye can help it. Ye always nick somebody elseâs. If ye took yer own tools they wid jist get nicked.â
She was unperturbed. âHow should I know that?â Then she had the cheek to add, âHowâs aboot makinâ a cup oâ tea?â
âGet lost!â I replied.
Up Country
C ome this particular Saturday, a day I normally look forward to with great enthusiasm, I lost interest in the usual programme. Maybe I was becoming too aware of increasing pressures. All Friday nightâs talk had seemed loaded to me. Usually discussions go above my head unless Iâm personally involved, but phrases like âAre ye lookinâ for troubleâ, âStick the heid on himâ or âHeâs only a Timâ pierced through my ears and stuck in my brain until, for no apparent reason to anyone, I threw a glass at the mirror behind the bar.
âBouncer!â shrieked Flossie.
I walked out voluntarily to save any bother. So here I was on Saturday morning heading for a bus to take me to the splendours of the west away from alcoholic fumes and unreliable moods.
Collie Lumsden and a mate were sitting on the wall at the bus stance. Collie used to work beside me on the building sites until he gave it all up to be a full-time alcoholic.
âWhere are ye gaun?â he called.
I replied, âUp country.â At present I was not on the same wavelength as him and did not fancy his company. To cover up I asked civilly, âWaitinâ for the boozer tae open?â
He nodded then offered me a can of lager. Collie always took it for granted everyone was gasping for a drink. Usually he was right. Reluctantly I took the can, wishing the bus would hurry before I was sucked back into my familar social life.
âThatâs an idea,â he said with inspiration. He turned to his mate, âWeâll get the bus up tae the Clansman. It should be open by thetime we get there.â I was fed up. I could see how things were going.
Luckily his mate replied, âDonât be daft. You are barred in the Clansman.â
Collie was incredulous. âFor Christâs sake, when wis I barred?â
âDae ye noâ mind dancinâ on tap oâ the table when ye wir last there? Then they pit ye oot.â
âChrist,â repeated Collie, dismayed, âI donât mind that. Maybe yeâre right.â
The bus moved into the stance. Thankfully I got on, and bumped into a big fella who was getting on at the same time. He stood back
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