Just as we were sitting at the lights on the way to the airport, I asked the taxi driver one last thing.
"Now," says I. "I've heard a rumour of a one legged hoor down at the harbour. Is this true?"
I've heard this for a few years now and always thought it was just a rumour, but...
"Oh aye. There certainly is. Her ma wheels her down and leaves here there. She just sits with a short skirt and a bottle to keep her warm..."
I'll leave you to consider this.