My friend from school and a friend for life Steven Fullerton, just posted this image up on his Facebook account. Without any doubt we were the Scottish Court at the time, the bards, boundless, and without fear. Steve being in the year above me, one whole year older, at that time it was so much. Steven considered me with some respect, yet never truely mentioned it, as a true Glaswegian kid, nada, spoken. Everything, and any grain of love, would not be spoken, just expressed through gestures, that linger on today. Back then, in 1990 ish, each one of us commanded a size-able amount of terrain that respect was mutual, who had more than the other, impossible to say. In our blood all we knew was that we were outsiders, blood from outside living in Manchester, born in Manchester, but we might as well have not been, yet at the same time we were landowners, that is, we owned territory, not the kind you grow vegetables or fruit on, I am talking about an invisible one. The two of