Sgeir
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 As the castle doors closed behind me, I was startled to hear a familiar voice, "Aye. Come awa' in there. Ye'll have had yer tea I suppose?"
So it was true. Claysie really was now Lord Claymore. But he looked so distant, as though he had undergone some transformation.
Without warning, a strange faraway look came into Lord Claymore's eyes. He was being transported through time, borne along on a sea of memories. I tried to regain his attention.
"Claysie! Wake up up man, what's the matter?" No response.
I reflected upon the strange chain of events that led him from being the Principal Race Officer of a CCC bash, to acquiring the title of Lord Claymore, as well as the draughty castle and the remaining lands of Clan Claymore.
He was remembered as a happy and contented young man, the life and soul of the Senior Common Room of a leading centre of academic excellence in the North of England. Unfazed by faddish and fanciful modes of fashion he was a memorable figure, even in the so-called Swinging Sixties.
 Lord Claymore, 1966
Somehow, I knew I had to break his reverie.
"Pssstt!", I hissed in his ear.
He looked down; "Och, I know, I know, I've done it again. I chust cannot help it all, at all."
To be continued
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Jimi
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Ach I remember well Claysie's coming out ball, it was well attendend ... from Motherwell to Camberwell , all were there,Derbyshire came dressed .. apart from Bakewell which was a bit burnt ..
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Sgeir
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"Aye", said Claysie, warming to the happy recollections, "Though I later found out that some people thought she was a bit of a tart".
He suddenly seemed more relaxed. "Come awa' through, I'd like to be showing you my new conservatory and patio. I had it designed by Para Handy hisself ye know."
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Jimi
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Claysie, suddenly paused, struck by a sudden thought, "dae ye mabe think she looks a wee bit overwashed, if ye tak ma meaning?" He anxiously enquired.
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Sgeir
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His condition was clearly worse than I'd thought. What is God's name was the man gibbering on about. "Overwashed? What, the patio?"
"No, I meant the grey curtains."
The curtains and the furniture fabrics were a tasteful shade of green.
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His Lordship rose slowly from his pillow and rang for his wrinkled old retainer. "Get the village to send up another Lorne sausage, Para, I'm expecting Wee Jamesie to join us for breakfast. And ask her Ladyship to come in and see me, I believe I may have something under the tartan to interest her."
"Congratulations, my Lord" said Para, as he ricocheted towards the door.
"Damn man's been at my malt again," thought Lord Claymore of Dunstuffin, "but I promised his mother I'd look after him. After all, she was very good to me on my 13th birthday."
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If, at first, you don't succeed...
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Sgeir
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He pulled me close, saying, "Come here quickly, I've something to show you."
I recoiled in horror, recalling the Chentleman's Cruise re-enactment of "Wicker Man - the Deliverance Days".
"No, no, it's all right", he said. "It's something I read in the Telegraph," waving a yellowed newspaper cutting from March of last year.
"It's started, chust as it says in the Bible."
"Chust listen; The engagement was announced between Reichsfreiherr Philipp-Franz Von und Zu Guttenberg (whose parents are named as George-Enoch Reichsfreiherr Vond und Zu Guttenberg and Christiane Henkell-Von Ribbentrop,nee Grafin Von und Zu Eltz) and the Hon. Alexandra Louisa Macdonald ,the eldest daughter of Lord and Lady Macdonald."
"But if that weren't proof enough, chust lissen to this; "Reichsfreiherr Philipp-Franz von und zu Guttenberg and his wife, the former Hon Alexandra Louise Macdonald (b. 1973), were presented with a son, Johannes (Joe), born in Austria, 12 January, 2004. Philipp is a son of Reichsfreiherr Georg-Enoch von und zu Guttenberg and Christiane Henkell-von Ribbentrop [nee Grafin von und zu Eltz], of Schloss Guttenberg, Germany, and the Alexandra is the eldest daughter of the 8th Baron Macdonald [Chief of the name and arms of Macdonald], of Kinloch Lodge, Isle of Skye."
"It's the da, da, da........... damn it, I've forgotten."
"Dadaist Movement?"
"Naw."
tbc
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Claymore awoke slowly the next morning. The word "legacy" in the thread puzzled him.
Was it a play on the Madelaine Legacy, with attendant yawn Da Vinci Code undercurrent, lamely hinted at by huge cut/pasted chunk of lightly-irrelevant dull minor-european peerage information?
Or did the "legacy" refer to another recent thrillerish pseudo- classic work of so-called literature?
Timed to coincide with the feature film release of The Bourne Supremacy, starring Matt Damon, comes a new and slightly too-complicated novel in the bestselling tradition of Robert Ludlum's beloved Bourne series - The Claymore Legacy.
Claysie, international assassin of deadly repute, has retired from the CIA and now a professor at Texas Holdem University. Claysie's life is finally his own--until he becomes the target of - guess what - yes, a deadly assassin.
Barely a half-step ahead of his nemesis and the CIA, who believes he has gone rogue (yet again, even after the last three times when he hadn't) Claysie finds himself a pawn in a larger, far deadlier game.
Through the sharp evening light, Claysie's watched as - to his horror- the deadly Sgeir and accomplice Wecraft stormed the boat, ate lots of canapés and left moments later. Now what?
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Sgeir
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ACT 1 Scene 2. The Drawing Room, that evening.
The sound of the empty gin bottle hitting the floor slowly brought me to my senses. Gradually I became aware of a strange breathlike sound behind the draught screen.
“Is that an asthmatic rat you have there?” I enquired solicitously.
“Naw, dinnae fret man, Para’s in the arras. He looks after my every need and has been a tower of strength to me in all my trials. Said he personally knew the architect that designed the new west wing. Aye, and got it all for a guid price too, so he says.”
“Since then, he’s kindly fitted a second-hand Aga into the boat for me.”
Right, I thought, I’ll need to get to the bottom of this. I called him over.
“And chust how long have ye been working for your master, my guid man.”
“Fowr months, yer worship. But ah’ve no always been a servant, mind. Ah used tae be a well-known Glasgow business man, a supplier of people’s needs, software, CDs, an’ a’ ’at, oot the East End.
“Even had a wee jingle on Radio Clyde;
It disnae marra if ye come fae Barra,
Or Ayr, or even farra’.
Get all your CDs fae me,
See me, Para, wi ra barra.” “My stall was known as 'Para’s in ra Barras'. Great in’t it?
“Rhymes, see. I really wantit tae work in mair words like Balmacara and Che Guevara, but that shilpitty wee rhymer Jimi didnae come up wi’ ra goods.”
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claymore
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I spend a great deal of my time attempting to understand the minds of young people on a range of academic courses.
Reading this diatribe has made me realise that they are probably really quite alright and that I am perhaps looking too deep. On the other hand I do have some genuine concerns for my good friend Sgeir and the other contributors here.
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