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IHE at the risk of you repeating yourself, I would love to hear the story about you escorting Granville to the Sherriff Court. I might be repeating myself here with this story about Granville, but here goes. Mid seventies on summer break from Uni working as Dump Truck driver at Smithton where they had just commenced building the housing estate. Granville was Timekeeper and also in charge of Payroll !!! Down the road was a field where Noreen Barrie used to keep her horse. I used to go down there at lunch times to see Noreen, hang about with her and have a ride on her horse. One morning Noreen came screaming and crying onto the building site looking for me and looking for help. She had opened the stable that morning to find Granville standing on a crate wearing only a shirt and trying to "mount" her horse from the rear. A group of us ran down to chase Granville off but he had disappeared by the time we got there. He was eventually caught by the Police later in the day. At his court case he was charged with bestiality. His response was that he admitted guilt to the attempt of the act but not to the act itself, as he had been interrupted by Noreen and thus could not complete his attempt. Poor Noreen was traumatized by that experience for a long time after.

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Ah, the vagaries of time and football. Sixteen months ago Roy Hodgson was sacked as Liverpool Manager.

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Charles...... I've been racking my brains over one particular Tramp from the sixties / early seventies, just couldn't remember his name. It came to me this morning. You might remember him - Rod the Fish. He used to hang out around Academy Street, the Market and the Bus and Railway Stations most of the time and had his sleep - out at the back of the Railway Station. He walked around with newspapers wrapped and tied up around his feet. You could smell him from 30 + yards away. He was minging. It was truly sickening to be near him as the smell was that bad. Most of the business people around the area looked after him in a way. Providing him with food, coffee, cigs. etc etc etc. He was never short of a bottle of something and often he would be drunk. He sleep out in all weathers. My Mother and Father told me that before the war Rod had been quite the young man around town, was considered good looking and quite a catch by the ladies. Seemingly he had a difficult war and went downhill pretty rapidly in the late forties and early fifties. They said he came from a decent family and went to Central School and from memory I think he also went to the Academy. Anyone else able to add to the Rod the Fish story?

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Charles - The camps were permanent and were not travelling folk. I knew some of the kids from there that went to the Crown School. Mostly from the MacPhee and Williamson clans. By the late sixties they were being housed over at the Merkinch. Believe it or not they were pretty well accepted at the school and their presence made us 'better situated' children really appreciate what we had. The were great fighters to have or your side during the gang game we played at Crown school.

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Could someone please organize for IMH to meet up with Oddquine for a few pints at the Innes asap. There seems to be a definite attraction between the two. They also seem to almost deserve each other in a weird sort of way. Could someone also video the event and post it on here for posterity. Thanks in anticipation.

What utter nonsense. In the fifties, sixties and seventies before Thatcher the town had lots of homeless people. In fact I would say the numbers went down during the Thatcher years. I remember Stonyfield in the fifties and sixties was awash with homless people. "Tinker Camps" they were called. The children attended the local schools though. At least ten went to Crown School. They were all eventually accomodated in housing down in the Merkinch from memory.

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