A Scottish Prize
This is a true story down to every detail and to the best of my recollection. Only the names of the characters have been changed to protect the less than innocent. As I walked along a dark, wet street in the blustery Royal City of Edinburgh I could not help thinking how fortunate I was. It was early 1987 and I was a twenty three year old postgraduate student at the University of Edinburgh with good financial backing and a bright future. As an overseas student from the ‘colonies’ I was...