When travelling in furrin pairts it pays to observe
national law and local customs. To flout tradition is to invite the displeasure
of those who may be offended.
The crime? Insulting the McCartney of Campbeltown. Should anyone call
the ‘Mull of Kintyre’, as written and performed by the sainted Paul himself, anything
other than a moving and uplifting anthem for the Kintyreans is to find oneself
up to the oxters in the proverbial sheuch. One must not confuse meaningful melody
with mournful dirge! The locals will seek out such intolerance and punish
accordingly.


The view from the un-barred window (glazed with blast resistant glass)
is pleasant. One can see the sky through the barbed wire fence and the setting
sun behind the guard towers. Those yearning a little human comfort in such
basic solitude can wave to the guards in the towers and be treated to an
acknowledging two finger salute.

In the meantime, one must learn and be able to recite the lyrics to
that most wondrous and uplifting ballad – Mull of Kintyre. Release depends on
it. In which case there may or may not be a post event report on the rally!!