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Radio Rebel

Music,

Loud.

Up! Up! Up!

Abba?

No!

Crap.

Radio 3?

Opera la, la, la.

No.

Anne McKillop singing?

Crap.

Archie Darling

Aye.

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There used to be a programme on Radio 4 called ‘I’ve Never Seen Star Wars’ where the guests would confess that they hadn’t done some seemingly normal thing that absolutely everyone would have done. I used to listen to it and think ‘I haven’t done that either’. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a hermit. (It did tempt me once, mind, a nomadic existence in the Lammermuir Hills.) I just have other priorities. Take TV. At work, we often talk movies and TV.

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Rebel

My mother was born a rebel
as soon as she learned to talk,
it was no to this, no to that,
whatever grown-ups said,
stern words a red rag to a bull,
she attended many schools
in childhood never obeyed rules,
in holidays fought with three sisters,
and a younger brother too.
At twenty one, ran off to France
in Paris, took up with a young man
who was a native of Bordeaux,
after an idyllic summer in Cannes,
transpired he was promised to another,
humiliated, began the journey home,

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Rebel

Words are easy. Words are cheap. When people say where did you get the idea for your book, words are what they want, and words themselves have nothing to do with why I write. Because I’m not really a writer. What I am, is a reader. That’s me. Curled up somewhere so deep inside a story that it’s more real than the real world. If it’s night time in that story I’ll look up confused at the sunshine coming through the window. Daydreamer. Fool. And when I sit down to write a book it’s not some grand idea - it’s because I want to read that book and I know nobody is going to write it except me.

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Rebel

When I was in my teens, I lived in a village where everyone knew each other. So it was hard to get into trouble without anyone seeing you, and telling your parents.

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Rebel

I was a rebel, so I’m going to let you all know just how it was for me.

I just started looking around me, all the energy in me was needing to come out. I needed freedom, enough to give me a good look at things around me.

There were plenty of things to do where I stayed.  

I could get up to lots of things, no angel was I.

I was an out and about person and a law unto myself, as far as my family was concerned.

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Rebel

Soft and warm,
Loyal,
Black and Tan,
with dancing eyes,
Wild but gentle,
He loved the park,
Courageous and strong,
but afraid of the dark,
My dog, my friend, my Rebel

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everyday rebellion, pets

Rebel

It doesn’t matter. It never did. What do you know about being a rebel? Others talk about ‘real life’. This ‘real life’ we get back to after something different, something stronger. Well here I am as I live and breathe enveloped in every second and living the one I’ve got.

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Rebel

REBEL

For Rebel, So little time, such an impact

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Rebel

Rebel against power
Rebel against the mass
choose your own way of being
give the rules a pass

Rebel against convention
go against the status quo
Follow your instincts
give your own way a go

Conventions and traditions
are questioned by the young
start a rebellion
change how things are done

We don’t all need to follow
how things were done before
we can fight for what we want
and question the law

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