My Young By Name column from the September issue of the Tetbury Advertiser
The editor’s choice of images to illustrate my column always makes me laugh – spot the subtle listening device in the black and white picture, top left
Whenever I’m on holiday, my writer’s habit of eavesdropping on other people’s conversations goes into overdrive.
It is particularly well rewarded this August in the heart of Inverness’s shopping district, a regular pit-stop when we’re touring the Highlands in our camper van.
Outside the Co-op in a seedy side street, a cluster of pale, unkempt young men is hanging on a bedraggled, older woman’s every word. She looks like she is holding court, giving her loyal troops their instructions for the day.
“There’s the cemetery, like, the graveyard. There’s always the graveyard.”
I am unsure whether this is a deployment directive or a warning against disobedience.
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