…p’raps a huge piece of tongue in a large cheek, this post, but bear with it… yeez might just see a wee glimmer of truth in it… when this ol’ Jurassic played among the backstreets of Dockland Govan in Glasgow, about, oh, a hundred years ago, much of the magic of childhood was alive in the imaginations of myself and my pals…

…fostered by the Saturday cinema matinees, our street games transformed big cardboard boxes into Red Indian tepees… interlocked arm-in-arm with boys of yer own size, yeez became stagecoaches galloping around the tenement courtyard ‘prairies’… wild ‘shoot-outs’ accompanied by tons of onomatopaeic ‘Bang-Bang’s’, with index fingers transformed into loaded Colt 45s were commonplace… other scenarios had sparse bits of grass areas replicating the Iwo Jima battlefields while the ‘shot’ soldiers yeez mimicked fell to the grass, with more histrionics than modern day footballers being fouled on a…