ch,
it’s Yew back here again, Sir! Thanks fur the pint! Wull Ye no sit yersel’
doon noo? Back tae lern mair aboot Hard Man Tam efter ’is trubbell wi’ Flo
White, eh? Ah cuid tell Ye a richt tale, but Ye’d nivver b’leeve me. Hoanist … Oh, anither pint? Verrah nice o’ Ye … Weel, hae a bit o’a lissen an’ ah’ll
tell Ye whoat ah cun. This is aw aboot Edinburrie’s daurkest side.
Ye see: Tam hud only goat hame oan the bus a few days when the groond in the
Glen dried oot enuff fur Sammy’s caur tae drive awa. So hum an’ Flo went back
tae
Edinburrie. Furst thing they did wiz tae git the polis tae Tam whae goat is
sel’ airristit fur kidnappin’ an’ that. Flo telt the polis that the really
bad yin wiz Nellie an’ that Tam hudnae killt ’er, juist made ’er run awa.
Kidnappin’s a bad thing tae dae tho’. So the court gied ’im three years
in the Bar L. Och, that’s whoat folk caw Barlinnie Jael. An’whain Tam goat
thair ’e foond thair wiz a loat thair mair hard thun he wiz. But afore ah tell
Ye
mair aboot Tam ah must tell Ye aboot the Four Tie Thieves. Ye see: a cupple
o’ years afore the trubbel wi’ Flo an’ Nellie a bad cureem wave stairted up
at Edinburrie.
Fower cruiks wid fin’ a bank near a close an’ three wid hide thairsel’s
up it. The ither yin watch’t, an’ whain a man cam oot the bank wi’ a loat o’
munny ’e gied ’is pals the noad an’ aw fower shuvved the puir fellie up the
close an’ tied an’ ’im up an’ gawgged ’im. Efter that they nicked aw ’is munny,
an’ ’iz watch as weel if it wiz a guid yin, an’ laift ’im up the close ’till
’e wiz foond ’oors efterwurd. Thain they stairtit daein’ the same thing at
nicht whain the shoaps shut and sumb’dy cam ower tae pit the day’s munnie in
the nicht daipoasit safe.
Edinburrie wiz richt fashed at aw this an “The Evenin’ Nyooz” stairted
cawin’ the cruiks “The Four Tie Thieves”. That’s a’coaz thay aye tied thair
victums up, Ye ken. Weel, this aw ganged oan for munths an’ the polis cuildnae
catch thum. They goat sum big hauls tae an’ this wiz the days afore we hud
ABCTV cameruz in aw placis. Ah mus’ say they wiz pro’pur gaintlymen tho’, nivver
ivver roabbed a lassie.
The polis catched thum aw at lang last an’ the villunz wiz saint tae
the Bar L for fifteen yairs. Seems thay’d aw been coal miners at Newcraighaw
Pit an’
whain it goat shut doon thay gaed intae crime tae pass the time. Noo they
were tae pass a lang time awa’ at the Queenz Barlinnie Hoatel.
The gang wiz twa brithers: Frankie an’ Joannie Farquar and thair pals Roaddie
Brass an’ Jummy Tamsun. But naebuddy cuid ivver fin’ aw the munnie thay goat,
sae it wiz thocht that they’d blew it aw in the Bettin’ Shoap. Yit time wid
tell.
Whain Tam wiz pit intae the Bar L thay fower wiz kings o’ the jayull
an’ ’e hud the sense tae git pally wi’ thum aw. Seemin’ly Frankie wiz a guid
tattew artiste uz weel uz a miner an’ he did a luvly skull’s heid oan Tam’s
airm. The munths ganged past an’ efter suxteen o’ thaim Tam wiz telt ’e wid
be lit oot oan patrol verra suin, but ’e didnae tell oanybuddy aboot this.
Noo in the Bar L wiz a wee lad cawed Angus James Mactavish, but awbuddy
cawed ’im “Wee Skinny Wullie” fur ’e wiz richt skinny. Seemin’ly ’e wiz gawn
hame steamin’ whain ’e went past a pub that wiz shut fur the nicht. Maister
o’ the main chaunce Wullie seen that the swingin’ windae aboon the doo-ur wiz
juist a wee bitty opun tae clear awa a’ the fag smoke. Landlord thocht naebuddy
cuid git threw this wee openin’ but Skinny Wully cuild an’ did tae.
Thurrew ’e wrig’gels heid furst an’ droapped tae the flair intae Parrydice.
Aw that booz! Aw thae fags! ’e foond a cayrrier bag in the takeway pairt an’
fill’t it fu’ o’ boattuls o’ whusky, thain ’e foond anither bag an’ fill’t
that fu’ o’ cartoons o’ suggaraits. Efter hailpin’ ’issel tae a pint oar twa
he o’punned the back windae an’ went hame wi’ aw ‘ is trayzyurs. A pairfikt
crime, oar so Wullie thocht.
Whoat ’e didnae ken wiz that whain ’e woz gawin’ heid doonwurds ’is Burrew
cairt fell oot o’ iz toap poke it oantae the flair. Burrew cairt? Oh, that’s
fur the Unumploymunt Burrew, so Ye cun git Yer weekly dole munnie. See: this
iz mine’s awbuddy wi ony sainse uz goat yin.
Onyhew, nixt moarnin’ whain the polis cam by thay foond Wee Skinny Wullie’s
Burrew caird wi’ iz name an’ address. Seems ’e wiz shackin’ up wi a burd ut
Moarninside. So they went tae the tainymunt un’ cewd hear singin’ an’ yaillin’
e’en whain they wiz in the street ootside. Up thay gaed tae the tap flair whair
the singin’ wiz richt lood, thay chapped at the doo-uhr but naebuddy cam tae
answur it. Sae that knoacked it doon. Thair in the sittin’ rume wiz Wullie
an’ iz burd, moaribindidit, an’ oot o’ the wurruld. Aside each yin o’ thum
wiz
three boattuhls o’ whusky an’ fower cartoons o’ fags.
The polis stoapped that pairty an’ tuik baith o’ thum tae the nick. Thay
raiturned sum o’ the stuff tae the landlord o’ the pub. Awbuddy wunners whoat
happened tae the raist o’ it tae this day. Wullie hud a raicurd. So ’e goat
twa years in the Bar L. ’iz burd goat purrbayshun an’ thay teached ’er tae
be a secraiturry. Endit up mairryin’ ’er boass an’ livin’ happy e’er efter.
Wullie hung aroon’ wi’ the Tie Thieves, but ’e wiz that styoopit thay juist
kep’ ’im fir a lauff an’ thay foarged thair ain plans uz weel. Efter a year
the jayulll telt Wullie ’ed suin git oot oan patrol an’ ’e telt awbuddy aboot
this, no like oor Tam.
Noo yin nicht thay hud a puck’chur show ut the Bar L whoat near awbuddy
went tae, Tam hud the dungyreear bad. Sae ’e went tae the lavvie insteed an
whain ’e wiz sittin thair ’e haird voieces ootside. It wiz the fower Tie Thieves
an’ Wee Wullie. He haird Frankie say, “Noo, Wullie, Ye’ll sune git oot o’ he’ar
an’ we’ve goat a wee joab fur Yew tae dae fur us. Dae it richt an’ thairs a
hunnert poonds in yer poacket fur Yer trub’bell.” “Soonds gewd tae me,” sez
Wullie, “Tell me whoat ah’ve goat tae dae.”
“Weel, Yew luik at this pay’pur. That’s mah Grannie’s addraiss at Dalry.
Naw, Ye cannae keep it. Juist Yew stey here fur a while an’ maimorize it. No
long efter Ye’re oot the polis will be saurchin’ oor hooses un thaise o’ aw
oor railatiffs an’ pals. Whoat Yew’ve goat tae dae is gang ower tae ma Grannie’s
an furst oaff tell ’er a pawse wurd that iz ‘Open ah sez fur yew’.” She’ll lit
Ye in an’ thain Ye crawls unner ’er bed an pu’s oot twa shoodge big holdall
bags. We pit seals oan thim. So dinnae Ye e’en thunk aboot openin’ thum, oar
wu’ll cut Ye intae wee bits.” “Oh ah widnae dare,” said Skinny Wullie, “Thae
seals micht bite me.” “No that kin’nae seal, bamstick. Thay’re jist rid wax.
Noo, airly in the moarnin’ git thae bags tae Prunciz Street Gairduns an’ burry
thaim
in the mi’duhl o’ The Floarull Cloack. Mak shoor Ye pit aw the
floorz back richt an aw. Leave nae maurks an that. Ah’ll mak siccer Ye git
a hunnert poonds an’ —tell Yew whoat— thair’ll e’en be anither hunnert poonds
fur Yew. Noo, Yew stey here an maimurize Granny’s addraiss an’ thain flung
that pay-pur in the lavvie.”
The boys went oot leavin’ Wullie uz ’e thocht, oan iz ain. ’e stairteid
readin’ the addraiss oot lood tae git it in whoat min’ ’e hud. “Angelina Farquar,
56 Dalry Road, Flat sux ut the toap.” ’e sed this ower an’ ower. Tewk ’im ages
tae git it richt, but lang afore that Tam hud goat the thing weel maimorised
an’ ’e wiz due oot twa weeks afore Wullie tae.
Whain ’e goat back tae Edinburrie, efter a few pints … Oh, thanks fur that
yin … ’e tuik the bus tae Dalry an’ knoacked ut Grannie’s doo-uhr. A wee auld
wummun answurr’t.
”If Yew’re the rent man, git loast. Ah’ll pey Ye nixt munth.” “Naw, naw!”
sez Tam, “Opun ah sez fur yew.” “Oh, cum awa in, Son! The bed’s ower thair
again the wa’.
Tam crawlt unner the bed an it wiz an awfy palaice, jist like an ain-shint
toom. Thur wiz thick stour aw arroon’, an whain he wruggl’t unner oot cam
hunnerts o’ thae bed bug thingies that stairtid bitin’ ’im. ’e findit thae
bags in the
daurk an’ cam oot aw cuvert wi’ stour an’ bug bites. ”Ma Goad, Misses! Yew
shuild yaise that DDT!” “Naw, naw, Son!” sez grannie, “Aw ah yaise is Liptunz
tea. Wull
Ye hae a wee cup?”
Tam had a cup o’ tea, then went oan his wey wi’ thae twa big bags tae the
wee place the jayull hud gied ’im tae stey in. Yince thair ’e broke the rid
seals oan the bags an’ luiked at whoat ’ed goat. Thay bags wiz fu’ o’ mair
munnie than ’ed e’er seen in aw ’is life. No only that thair wiz a plastic
baug o’ guid make watches uz weell, e’en sum gold Durex yins. He wid ne’er
huv tae wurry aboot munnie again. But he’d still a loat tae git dun afore Wullie
wiz sait luise.
‘e gaed roon’ aw the bins an’ goat hunnerts o’ auld “Evenin’ Newses” whoat ’e cut up the same size uz thae bank notes an’ pit back
in the bags. Efter aw that ’e pit new rid sealin’ waux ower the stuff ’e’d
broke. Back tae grannie’s ’e went. “Ah’ve goat tae pit thae bags back whair
ah goat
thum frae noo” ’e
telt ’er, “This is toap sekrit stuff. Sae dinnae tell onybuddy ah tuik thum
an’ pit thum back! A wee fellie will cum by suin tae cullect thaim again.”
’e didnae
wurry aboot thae bugs this time fur ’ed cuvvered issel’ wi inseck repullint
stuff. Aw this munnie an’ thae Tie Thieves wid be awa fur yairs yit so naebuddy
wuid ken whoat hud hawpen’t.
Suin ’e goat issel’ a nice wee place tae live in, an’ a brand new siller
Merkidz Bainz caur tae. Whain the patrol oafficur ast whairr ’e goat aw that
munnie frae ’e telt ’im Nellie hud laift it tae ’im in ’er wull. Aw iz trubbels
wiz ower an yince ’iz patrol wiz ower awa ’e went tae Spain fur a munth’s hoalidayz.
An’ that’s whain it aw goat turrubulous.
Ye see: thae bad Tie Thieves hud been minurz an’ thae kent aw aboot diggin’.
Thay stole spuins frae the Bar L kutchun and stairtit diggin a tunnel under
the jayell’s wa’s. Tuik thum a year oar twa, but yin day it wiz ready an’ thay
aw crawled oot tae fureedum oan the same day Tam went tae Spain. “The Evenin’
News” wiz fu’ o’ the brekkoot, but Tam nivver seed the pay-pur fir a munth
so mist aw this nyooz. Same wey ’e didnae see the bit twa dayz lay-tur whair
sum
vanduls hid dig up aw o’ the the Floarul Cloak.
That wiz the Four Tie Thieves, Ye ken, an’ they wiz moartificated tae
fin’ naethin’ unner that cloack. Roon’ thay went tae Grannie’s, “Did a wee
skinny bloke cum an’ git the bags unner Yer bed?” “Oh, aye!” sez Grannie, “’e
tuik them awa an’ ah nivver seed ’im again.” Oot thay gang’t luikin’ fur Wullie
wi’ alice afore thocht. Thae foon’ ’im richt in this pub here an’ ah heerd
the hail thing mahsel’. “Oh, Fellies!” sez Wullie, “Guid tae see Yese. Huv
Ye cum tae gie me that twa hunnert poonds?” “Matter o’ fac’, Wullie, we’ve
cum tae
murther Ye. Ye didnae pit thae bags in the midd-ull o’ the Floarul Cloack.
Yew iz fur it! Whair iz oor bagz?”
“Aw, naw!” sez Wee Wullie, “Ah must’ve goat a wee bit coanfuset. Ah tuik
thaim up aw thae stairs tae the Ball-More-All Cloack whoat yaised tae be the
Noarth British. cloack. Ah cuidnae pit thum in the midd-uhl. Sae ah stuck thum
in a hole unnerneath. ”That better be turew,” sed the Boys, an’ jist efter
midnight they clim’t up tae the Ball-More-All Cloack an’ findit thae bags whair
Wullie
sed they’d be an’ the rid seals iz aw untact.
Wi’ juhubyullashun thay went back tae thir hideoot an’ opuned thum. Whoat
wiz this? Jist auld nyoospapurz cut up?
Back tae Grannie’s thae dragged puir Wullie. “Wiz this the yin whoat tuik
oor bags?” “Oh, aye,” sez Grannie “’e tuik thaim efter that ither man tuik
thaim an’ brocht thum back again.” “Whoat ither man?” yells Frankie. “Oh, an
awfy
nice fellie wi’ a skull’s heid tattewed oan ’is airm.” “Hard Man Tam!” yelled
the fower o’ thum thegither “’is dayz uz nummert!”
Aw roond the place thay luiked fur Tam but cuildnae fin’ ’im. Efter aw,
’e wiz in Spain. Roaddie Brass wiz shoart-sichted an’ yin day when ’e wiz walkin’
up Prunciz Stureet ’e seen a man oan the ither side o’ the road whoat ’e thocht
wiz Tam. “Ah’ll grab ’im, puh’ll ’im tae a daurk coarner o’ the Gairdins an’
bash ’im till ’e tells me whaur oor munnie iz,” thocht ’e. Course it wisnae
Tam at aw but Roaddie didnae see aw that weel. Peety that fur ’e didnae see
the shoodge big dubb’ell daicker bus ’e wawked in frunt o’. Nixt thing ’e kent
wiz ’e wiz deid, an’ thain there wiz juist Thuree Tie Thieves.
Suin efter that Tam wiz hame, iggerant o’ whoat hud haupen’t, an’ awfy
happy. If ’ed only kent that no juist Frankie, Joannie an’ Jummy Tamsun wiz
efter ’im but Skinny Wee Wullie hud viewed vainjuince oan ’im fur gittin’ ’im
intae trub’ell tae. Yin day whain ’e wiz luikin aroon’ fur Tam whoat shuid
’e see but a siller Merkidz wi’ Tam at the wheel. “Ah’ll soart ’im oot,” thocht
Wullie, “Ah’ll fux iz caur sae ’e crashes an’ dees an’ the Boys’ll be sae happy
they’ll tak me back as a pal.” Daft wee gowk didnae ken that the las’ thing
The Boys needit wiz Tam deed. They wantid tae catch ’im an mak ’im tell them
whair aw thur munnie wiz, but Wullie wisnae the shairpist knife in the drower.
The Boys luiked roon’ thumsels an’ saw that ilk day at eeluvun o’clock
whain the pubs open’t Tam wid cum tae this place fur a moarnin’ pint oar twa.
Real jinneruz ’e wiz tae, bocht pints for awbuddy. — Oh, thanks, Sir! Jist whoat
ah needit. Onyhoo, they planned tae pinch a caur near the pub nixt day, drive
fast up tae the pub when they saw Tam leavin’, an’ drag ’im in fur sum wurkin’
ower an’ interegulashun afiore murtherin ’im hoarabillily.
Wee Wullie hud been watchin’ Tam fur dayz an’ saw hoo when ’e went fur
’is pint ’e aye pairk’t ’is caur near the pub. Nixt day ’e saw it wisnae pairk’t
thair but thain ’e seed it a wee weys up the road. Whain ’e thocht naebuddy
wiz luikin’ ’e crawled unner it an’ yaised ’is mulitootul tae luisen up the
brake tubes sae that aw the flyooid rin oot. Then ’e waited doon a close tae
see the fun.
Aye Tam wiz in the pub OK, an’ so wiz ah, but that day ’is caur wiz at
the gairritch fur sairvissin’. Seems that caur up the road belong’t tae sum
doaktur. A wee whiles later alang cums The Boys luikin’ fir a caur tae yaise
in the kidnap. Thair wiz a luvvlie siller Merkidz, juist the joab fur that
habididuction. They broakit intae it an hoat-wired it un then watch’t fur Tam
cumin oot the pub.
Oot ’e cums an stairts walkin’ doon the road. Sae Frankie pits ’is fit doon
haird oan that exhileretor an’ the Merkids roakits aff doon the road. As they
cam up tae Tam Frankie pit ’is fit doon haurd oan the brake but naethin’ haipen’t!
That caur speedit tae tae a verrie shairp bent, but it crawshet strait oan
an through a big wa’. Thain thair wiz Nae Tie Thieves at aw. “Oh, noooo!” said
Wullie, “Ah’ve dun it this time, so ah huv!” Aye, an’ ’e hud tae. Ye see: the
polis goat wutnussiz whoat telt thum they’d seed a wee man crawlin’ unner a
caur
up the road an’ showed thum whair it hud been pairkt an aw. Ye’ll no believe
me whain ah tell Ye. But guess whoat! Wee Wullie’s Burrew caird hud fawen
oot the the daft gowk’s poke it yince mair an’ wiz aw cuvairt wi brake flooyid
stuff.”
Aye, an’ ’is finnerparunts wiz foond unner
the wrecked caur an aw …
Wullie wiz nabbed an’ goat saint tae Peterheid Jayel, the wurstist o’ thum
aw, fur life.
Whoat
aboot Tam? Ye micht weel awsk. Weel, wi’ aw that munnie ’e goat intae sellin’
bildin’ stuff fur new hooses. Made a guid proafit thair an aw fur
they wiz pinched frae ither sites in Fife furst. An’ ’e goat a reppitatayshun
as a phulinanthripist an aw. Ye see: whain Frankie’s granny whae nivver
peyed her raint goat evocated frae ’er hoose ’e bocht ’er a nice wee yin ’o
’er
ain an’ awbuddy sed whoat a nice man ’e wiz. They tell me ’e yaised ’er
place tae hide stuff ’e didnae wa’t the polis tae fine. But cuid Ye beleeve
that
noo?
Thain thur wiz puir Wee Wullie. Tam wid saind ’im munnie an’ fags ilk
munth an’ a pudden at Chrustmiss tae. Aye, Tam e’en went back tae Barlinnie
tae talk tae the piruzzinurs tellin’ thum hoo weel ’ed dun efter ’e waint hoanist.
Whain the yung yins goat oot ’e pit thum in a hawfwey hoose ’e hud an’ learn’t
thum the bildin’ tirade, an’ thae aw did awfy weel as weel. They wiz aye gawn
ower tae Fife wi’ empy trucks whoat cam back fu’ o’ bildin’ stuff fir Tam
tae sell.
The Evenin’ Nyooz yoojellolised ’im us a reafoarmashun curook whaw wiz
nearly a saint wi’ ’iz nyoo life. In the aind whain thay wiz bildin’ that big
new pulace doon the road ’e goat aw the counteracts fir giein’ thum bildin’
matayriulz. The big huffishuls whae gied ’im the joab aw aindit up wi’ Durex
woatches an’ new caurs an aw that. Funny thing: aw the stuff whoat goat dulivert
seemed tae dussupeer ilk nicht, sae Tam hud tae hailp oot wi saillin’ thum
mair. Nae wunner that pulace aindit up coastin’ mair than thuree times whoat
they
sed it wid, tae say nuthin’ aboot it takin’ years loanger tae funish thun thay
telt us.
Hud it no been fur Tam ah’m shair it wid huv taen e’en langer. Whaur’s ’e noo?
Och, ’e goat ailickit tae be a Kunsairfitif MP in the pairlumint whaur ’e diz
vairy weel. Hey! If Ye luik oot the windae thair’s iz Rowlliz Roayce
gawn past wi’ ’im in the back like a king. Ye see, Sur: thair iz grait oaperatyoonity
in Scoatland fur awb’dy tae git oan nae maitur hoo hummible thair origans iz.
Anither pint? Oh, ta vairy much! Noo, that wee shoap acroass the road yaised
tae be …