Somehow or other I found myself wandering aimlessly around Tollcross, a hing oot fae my childhood. It was just the … More
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One leg good, two legs bad
At least I’m assuming that’s what they told my Grandad when they chopped one of his legs off. He was … More
My one-legged Grandad
That’s my Grandad above, Edward Robinson. On the left you cheeky beggars. He was a one-legged cobbler. That’s right, a … More
