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This one’s an oldie ...

but a goodie ...

about a right old



Your friend ...


A uld

mine ...…

Dunrod was a gowstie carl, As ever ye micht see;

And gin he wisna’ a warlock wicht, There was nane in the haill countrie.

A uld

Dunrod he stack a pin -

A boutrie pin - in the wa’,

Beats going to

And when he wanted his neighbour’s milk

the shops.

He just gaed the pin a thraw.


milkit the Laird o’ Kellies kye,

And a’ the kye o’ Dunoon; And auld Dunrod gat far mair milk Than wad mak’ a gabbert swim.

Y’know…I’m not sure I really need all this milk ...

Cheese anyone?

T he

cheese he made were numerous, And wonerous to descry

For the kyth’t as gin they had been grule Or peats set up to dry.

This one’s really good for hangovers.

A nd

there was nae cumerauld man


the kirk got word o’ Dunrod’s tricks,


auld Dunrod he muntit his stick -

about Wha cam’ to him for skill,

And the Session they took him hand;

His broomstick muntit he - And he

That gif he didna dae him guid,

And naething was left but auld Dunrod

flychter’t twa’r three times aboot,

He didna dae him ill.

Forsooth maun leave the land.

And syne through the air did flee.

A nd Laters losers!

he flew to the Rest and be Thankfu’ Stane - A merry auld carle was he; He stottit and fluffer’t as he had

been wud. Or drucken wi’ the barley bree.


he flew awa’ by auld Greenock tower,

And by the Newark ha’. Ye wadna kent him in his flicht Be a buddock or a craw.


B ut

a rountree grew at the stane -

It is there unto this day, And gin ye dinna find it still, Set doun that it’s away.

A nd

he ne’er wist o’ the rountree Till he cam dunt thereon;

His magic broomstick tint its spell, And he daudit on the stone.

But the Stane was muilt like a lampet shell, And sae was Auld Dunrod; When ye munt a broomstick to tak a flicht, Ye had best tak anither road.

Not looking forward to this insurance claim!

Bet the ferry’s cancelled again as well ...

H is

heid was hard,

The neighbours gathert to see the sicht,

and the Stane was sae,

The Stane’s remains they saw;

And whan they met ane anither,

But as for Auld Dunrod himsel ’,

It was hard to say what wad be the

He was carriet clean awa’.

weird Of either the tane or the tither.

I often think things are better when Auld Dunrod stays at home. His evil aftershave is really overpowering ...


monie noy’t, as weill they micht,

A nd

what becam o’ Auld Dunrod

The Rest and be Thankfu’ Stane;

Was doubtfu’ for to say,

And ilk ane said it had been better far,

Some said he wasna there ava,

Gin Dunrod had staid at hame.

But flew anither way.

here’s a tale about a tall, dark and, well, not so handsome gentleman coming to visit. a real...

his tentacles and long fingers steal away the unwary, never to return. if you see him, it may already be too late ...


are many legends of the thin stranger. he appears

throughout the centuries, in fairy tales & history books, always just out of focus, in the corner of the eye ...

... a nd today he’s come to greenock

l ittle

ellie sees him first at the supermarket car park

back in a minute, honey...

...max will look after you.

t here

is no compassion, no quarter


given ...

a nd

screams filling the empty

spaces meant to get some mince ...

NO! ! ! MY BABY! ! ! think there is still some in the freezer ..?

o nly

the darkness ...


moves slowly

t he




the mall

guard thinks he sees something ...

but has already forgotten what it was as he is enveloped by the dark ...

h is

tendrils snake slowly across the sleeping town ...


a long shadow falls ...

he has come!

might not like what they find when they go looking for the lost

all those who find loved ones missing from empty beds ...

from the hustle and bustle of the town, to the old largs road and moorland at dusk, he watches

looks like somebody’s come off their bike ...

mick! mick! get the headlights back on!

better go see if anyone’s hurt, mate.

ian? ian? ian, where are ye?




a lways

j ust

ugh ....

waiting ...

as the taken wait ... not knowing what’s next ...

hee hee. thank you to inverclyde academy for terrifying me with these nightmarish pages.

incase you’ve been made to forget, slenderman was originated online by victor surge

and here’s another tale of injustice. the story of mary lamont begins as it ends... in tragedy.

After the Clan Lamont of the Cowal Peninsula were massacred by the Campbells in 1646, many of the women and children fled to the south bank of the Clyde.

Even so, with her name and speaking the Gaelic, she was viewed as an outsider.

Superstition, jealousy and fear will always run their course... 54

Mary was a sweet and spritely lass, and she spent many hours helping older members of the community gathering herbs for medicines.

Mary was forced to stand trial and listen as she was accused of...

...dancing with the Devil at Ardgowan Estate...

...stealing milk from her neighbour’s cows to use in her spells and potions...

...and conspiring to push the Kempock Stone into the Clyde to bring misfortune to sailors and fishermen.

Of course, her interrogation was very... persuasive... She confessed to everything.

...and Mary was put to death for her alleged crimes. ...only sixteen years of age.


poor mary.

clutha, lady of the river, was generous with her gifts... ...plentiful shoals of herring helped the villages of inverclyde grow, building the economy that would expand into ropemaking and shipbuilding.

talking about the kempock stone... for many years, even after mary’s death, fishermen still circled granny kempock seven times before setting sail, gain her blessing and to ask for fair weather and full nets.

i know someone that used to go out with clutha y’know... bit of a temper on her.

It is said that at one point there were over nine hundred fishing ships, or “busses” on the clyde... three hundred from Greenock alone - There would usually be four men per ship, with around twenty four nets. In 1674, as many as 20,400 barrels of fish, mainly herring, were exported to la rochelle in france, with many more barrels going to other French Swedish and Baltic ports the herring trade was so important that it was even emblasoned on the greenock town crest.

This international popularity was helped by the fact that Clyde herring was especially well suited for curing and exporting “The herring which are caught there being larger, firmer and taking better with the salt than any other the kingdom affords...” 56

“let herrings swim, that trade maintain”.. god speed greenock, indeed...

of course, they didn’t just stick to catching herring... there were over fifty types of fish caught in the river, but if you wanted a really big payday, you could sail further afield to the greenland whale fisheries. a whaling station was established at cappielow in 1752, and a group of dutch whalers settled at cartsdyke. many believe that “cappielow”, now used by the football park, is dutch in origin.

having european settlers in that area could also explain the pub there having the title “the norseman”... or maybe the owner just really liked vikings...

By 1786, there were five whaling ships sailing from Cartsdyke. The trade slumped, but later revived around 1810, when the Greenock Whale Fishing Co was formed.

...have i shown you my bit of old rope from the victory? it sailed with the john. oh, i have. that was one of the two whaling ships. they kept a polar bear in a cage on board the ship, you know. no, i don’t know why... rowdy lot that bunch. but then, whaling was often a good way to dodge the press gang.

Famed Arctic explorer William Scoresby was the company manager. They had two ships and a factory at Inchgreen for boiling the blubber... It stank so much that it was closed down for being a public nuisance.

someone told me that by 1961, we had fished the clyde so much that there was hardly anything left... and so men worked to replenish the river’s fish stock.


Here’s another fishy story. I’ve heard it told many different ways. Do you know the old saying, ‘a fool and his money are soon parted’. Well here’s one fool who certainly believed in long term savings…

Sometime around the 1570’s, a man came to town with his pockets bulging with gold. Some say he was a thief, others a gambler. Some even thought him to be a spy or revolutionary...

...everyone did agree though that he liked a wee drink...

So, it wasn’t long before he was attracting exactly the wrong kind of attention.


...and he wasn’t shy of flashing his cash around... not always the best move when in a strange town.

Deciding that discretion was the better part of valor, he quickly left town and headed up towards the hills for some fresh air...

...he ran up towards the old roads, the locals still giving chase behind him. He desperately needed to hide his gold, or lose it forever...

...and that’s when he saw the ram’s skull.

Acting quickly he snapped off the horn and pushed his bag of coins inside.

on 19th may 1955, three men digging a trench for a new sewer dug up the cow horn. the coins were still there... for a while...

He then pushed the horn into the soft peat, marking it with a stone to make it easier to find later... then he ran. No-one knows what happened to him... or indeed, if this is how it all happened at all, but one thing is certain... the gold lasted longer than he ever did...

you can see some of them in the royal scottish museum in edinburgh, or, better still, in our own mclean museum in greenock. but before the coins made their way to these collections, a few savvy local collectors managed to nab a few as well...

heads or tails...?

tails? time for tea then...


How does it work? Magic Torch will work with your group to research local heritage, history and folklore and come up with a few potential characters and stories that we can focus on. Together we will gather further information on the chosen story and work as a group to discuss how it will be told, including the presentation style of the publication. Magic Torch will then produce character designs and sample pages for approval, and send you copies of the script and artwork as we work through them. A copy of the book will be sent for approval before printing - and then, we will get your story out there.

What else do I need to know? The focus for our comics is generally historical, but we have also worked with schools and community groups to create project or issue based publications. We have also produced illustrated books as an alternative to comics, examples of which can be found on our website. The book is yours, to share for free online and in 500 print copies. An annotated copy of the script will also be provided. If required, we can turn elements of your project and the artwork into an accompanying exhibition. examples of our books and project work can be downloaded for FREE from... Magic Torch Comics generally produce comics and books to be shared for free as part of funded cultural / community projects and events. Costs vary for commercial publication rights, but production of books intended for sale can be arranged.

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