Monday 7th
August.
When I awoke this morning I saw grey skies and uninviting weather over
Edinburgh. I decided that I might as well head farther north and set out
for Aberdeen. However after driving for some time I again changed my mind
and decided that since the weather was not good and the forecast was for
heavy rain that I would go directly to Grantown on Spey. I turned left
and went along the narrow winding mountainous roads up to Aboyne then
over the Licht past Tomintoul and down into the Spey Valley.
I eventually reached the river Spey and crossed the bridge approaching Grantown from the south. My first stop was the Waterford Hotel where my mother used to work and I was well known. Here I was told that Jim Calder, the proprietor, had died some months ago. There was no one there that I knew so I decided to go down to Kilintra Cres to find out if any of the Burns family were around. They no longer lived here but I was told that Dolly and Gordon Jamieson at 41 Cairngorm Ave would be able to tell me more.
Remembering where it was located I drove up to the house. Dolly and Gordon where both at home and made me very welcome.I had a much needed and most enjoyable a cup of tea with them while they told me where my sister and brother could be located. Dolly phoned my sister but found that she was not at home so I went to see David's ex-wife Betty. She was not home either but her husband, Davy Love told me she would be back later and he also corrected the information that Dolly had given me as my brother now has a council house at the end of the High Street.
Grantown High Street was not very busy as I drove along thelength of the one main street to the council estate at the far end. I parked my car in the communal parking area and went to my brother's door. David was in when I got there and he was greatly surprised to see me. He told me I must stay with him as he had a spare bedroom so I moved my things in and settled down.
My sister Christine must have heard the news of my arrival on the grapevine as she came up and spent 20 minutes chatting to me. She appeared to be her usual self and was friendly and chatty. David went and sat in the car during this time. Christine told me how she had had a hard time with her husband as he became more and more alcoholic. She explained that she currently has a boyfriend but he is in Glasgow and she is concerned that he may be likely to turn to drink for comfort also.
As she was telling me this I thought to myself it would be surprising if any man didn't turn to drink if he had to put up with you 24 hours a day. My sister is an evil woman and has a reputation in the area for being two faced and gossipy. As far as her family go I believe she is a bossy, arrogant and nagging woman. After my sister left David returned and told me he had been sitting with our niece, Christine's daughter Amanda.
"So why didn't Amanda come in with her mother?"
I asked.
"Amanda is not very happy with you and has no wish to speak you."
David told me, adding "She told me if you went to her house she would
not open the door."
"Why's that?" I asked him. "As far as I know I done nothing
to offend or upset my niece. What's going on?"
David replied, "You must know very well what you've done."
"David I really haven't got any idea what is going on at all. Its
been about 12 years since I was last up here. That was for Mums funeral
as you'll remember. So whatever has upset Amanda I know nothing at all
about it."
My brother sat down and explained that there had been a full-page article in a Sunday newspaper alleging that I was peddling porn and using pictures of the Royal Family, Princess Margaret in particular, to promote this activity. David had not read the article ever as he had refused to do so. Consequently he was unable to tell me of the finer detail or what it was about. I told him whatever it was it was not true and we left it at that.
In the evening we went to the Strath public house for a couple of drinks and then on to the Ben Mhor. I bought a litre and half of whisky and we went back to the house for a drink before eventually getting to bed.
Tuesday 8th
August
When I awoke on Tuesday morning Davy was standing by my bed and told me
that I would have to leave. I rubbed my eyes and pulled myself together.
"Why?" I asked. "What's happened?"
He told me that he'd seen Christine this morning and the
joint family consensus was that I should move on. I told him that if he
felt that way I would certainly not put him in any embarrassing position.
"I don't have any problem with you staying with me as you know. But this
is a small village, you know what a bitch Christine can be and I have
to live here after you've gone."
"Thanks David. I understand but actually want to get to the bottom of
this so I'm going to find out what this is all about."
"You do what you like but please do it away from here. There's food in
the fridge so help yourself to breakfast. I'm going down the village so
make sure you're not here when I get back."
I packed my belongings and loaded them into the car but
before I had finished David's daughter Karen arrived. My niece was not
able to shed any light on the newspaper article as it was so long ago
that she did not remember the details. She told me that I shouldn't let
them drive me out of town. Karen was now in her early twenties and she
turned out to be a veryattractive, sensible and understanding girl. After
talking to her for a while I decided not to leave town but stay and find
a bed and breakfast. She told me she was working in the Coppice Hotel
and she thought there might be and single room available there.
"You must remember Norman, he runs the place now and is a great guy.
Karen gave me the telephone number, I telephoned to Norman. He remembered
me and told me he was almost full due to it being the Grantown show week.
However he was pleased to offer me the last single and I booked it.
I drove down to see Betty as Karen said she would be at home at lunchtime. I have always got along well with my ex sister-in-law and she was quite pleased to see me. I went inside and sat down, eventually explaining the predicament in which I found myself. She said she was making no judgments and she told me she had the article in question and searched through a box of folders and papers looking for it.
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What a Cad. Iain Ross MacLeod posing in kilt and
with Princess Margaret when he met her on the Caribbean island
of Mustique.
A sleazy Scot used his links with the Royal Family to help him peddle porn. Iain Ross MacLeod claims he spent a weekend on the Caribbean island of Mustique and partied with Princess Margaret. And he uses a photo of himself with her on his filthy web site. DIRTY Ross MacLeod, who was brought up in Lairg, offers to take sex pictures free -- if he can use them to advertise his services. His web site also has hardcore porn stories. But he also details his family background and Royal link. When confronted about her, Ross MacLeod, who lives on disability benefit in Penge, Kent, said: "She Is a Lovely Person with a fun personality. Give her a cigarette and a drink and she will chat for ages." But his former father-in-law hit out at his vile tactics: "It's terrible to use family photos in a place where there are some dirty pictures." Sick Ross MacLeod also includes stories and pictures of shipmates from the time he was in the Royal Navy and claims he had homosexual encounters with some of them. When asked about not getting their permission he said: "Perhaps I should have asked the men but if they want to complain, they can get in touch with me." He said he had not asked Princess Margaret it he could reproduced a picture of them and said: "I don't think I need permission." GUEST Ex-wife Olive Morton, 51, now remarried in Tain, Rosshire, didn't have a good word for Ross MacLeod. "I was only married to him for just over year I haven't been in contact since." After the mail told him to clean up is act he moved the Royal picture and gay snaps from the net." The above article appeared six columns wide under
this pictures of me and the Princess. It is no wonder that
people who know me were horrified when they read these lies. I
have never peddled porn in my life. It is an outrageous association
of facts manipulated and interpreted by the paparazzi to obtain
a good story that will titillate the public and sell newspapers.
I was outraged. I was horrified when I read the article.'Clean
up your act Mr sleaze' was the headline. I told Betty that essentially
the article was based on factual information but the slant that
had been used to say that I was peddling porn was completely untrue.
I asked her about her son, my nephew Robert as David had said
that he did not want to see me either. She said that was not true
Robert would be quite happy to talk though he was taken aback
when first told that you were in town. |
We had more tea and I dropped of my dirty clothes as Karen had offered to wash them for me. Leaving the lovely Betty I went round to the Coppice to unload my cases and ckeck in. At seven o-clock Karen knocked on my room door and gave me my laundered clothes. She told me that if I wanted to see Robert I would need to go round now as he was going to meet his girlfriend at 7:30. I gave my niece a £15 voucher to top up her telephone and thanked her for doing my washing.
When I got round to Betty's I met Robert who told me that he had an open mind and was happy to discuss the issue with me. We all talked about my web page, Princess Margaret, Mustique, and later when I asked Betty if I could download my mail I showed her my web pages although I did not go to any pornographic pictures. Robert is 26 now and like his father he started to go bald in his early twenties. He now keeps his head shaven, which of course is very fashionable at the moment.
I spent the evening in the Ben Mhor talking to a couple of local lads Norman MacLeod and Ronnie Kincraig. There was also a couple from Hull, Rob and Rowanne who were very friendly and chatty. Late in the evening Norman had gone upstairs with a girl, presumably to shag her in her room and Ronnie asked Rowanne to show him where his friend was as he wanted to tell him that he was going to leave.
Rowanne was gone for some short time and returned in a very nervous and shaking condition. She told us that Ronnie had tried to entice her into a room, had put his arms around her and made it clear that he wanted her body. Her husband asked Harry, the barman, to call the police as he wanted to report the incident. The police eventually came and took statements from the couple and from myself. I was glad when it was all over as it had been a very stressful day for me as you can imagine. I went back to the Coppice, smoked a spliff and went to sleep
