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sunwise around the damaged area. They say she made a

very swift recovery and never again argued against the

coming together of the families.

The Twist

FOR EVERY STORY THERE’S A lighter and a darker

version. My uncle Andra, fae The Broch, talked about

plucking the geese. They were in Italy in the war and the

lads had done a deal. Jock Rose the tinker showed how it

was done. He plunged the carcasses into near-boiling water

and then the feathers just flew off. But first you had to kill

your goose. They’re big birds and none of the squaddies

ever managed to do that twisting the neck thing. Except


So the deed was done, the plucking completed and they

made a proper dinner. Invited their new friends and

colleagues in the trade fuelled by British army petrol, to eat

with them. The squaddies told their new mates to bring

wives and daughters. The table was set. But Jock Rose

arrived pissed. He’d got hold of a horse and cart and there

were two dames from the brothel, sitting one on either side

of him. The guests could see the signs. Some of them

grabbed food, as they legged it out, stuffing it in the

pockets of their good clothes. These were hungry times in

the villages and the towns of Italy.