A Song for Maggie

About 18 months ago, I lost a good friend. Maggie McDonald, or “Swampwino” to use one of her eponymous stage names, was an archetypal Glaswegian, simultaneously warm and welcoming, whilst also being scary as hell. Its hard to separate the natural elements of the accent  from the “lived in” version. Maggie’s was most definitely lived …

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