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KOESTLER AWARD-WINNING WRITING FROM SCOTLAND INTRODUCTIONS from MY CHILDHOOD STIR Editorial Team, HM Prison Shotts This year the Koestler Awards received With such a high standard, judging I used to love it when we moved on the We used to believe in ghosts. We over 8,500 entries, with Scotland’s was a difficult but exciting process road. It was wonderful, especially in the would build big fires outside, piling entries being at an all time high. in deciding who would feature summertime because you did not know on the sticks and we would tell stories. To highlight the quality of work within these very pages. After much where you were going. You could end I remember my Granddad […] would Koestler approached us, the STIR deliberation ‘Home of the Soul’ came up anywhere, just wherever my Mum tell stories about ghosts and all that. editorial team, to collaborate, create to be; a wonderful collection of the and Dad wanted to go. That was good. The entire old travellers used to do that and design this booklet to celebrate talented and creative voices who Then again, sometimes it was terrible. and the kids were fascinated and used and showcase the writing coming out represent Scotland. I’ve seen us just getting to a place and to listen. We called the places where of Scottish prisons. www.stirmagazine.org my Mum wouldn’t even have had time we stayed ‘camps’ and we still do. to put the kettle on for tea, when the We would go into a certain camp and police would arrive and say, ‘Move on, talk about the ghost of this woman or The Koestler Trust move on!’ I remember my folk, my man. We believed in ghosts. We were father saying, ‘I fought for this country brought up that way, a very The Koestler Awards generate This anthology was produced in and we cannae even get peace to stay superstitious people. That’s the way it thousands of entries from across the collaboration with STIR, a magazine on the side of the road. What did I was. The ghost stories were fantastic UK’s criminal justice system and secure featuring writing and artworks by fight for?’ I can understand where and frightening and we kids sat settings. We engage participants in prisoners in Scotland, and edited a wide range of artforms including by a team in HM Prison Shotts. he was coming from. It used to be listening as if we were hypnotized. fine arts, design, music, writing and This anthology will be distributed to annoying sometimes when we were HM Prison Castle Huntly film. In this anthology we reveal some prisons throughout Scotland, as a STIR made to move all the time but now of the ingenious written pieces inspired magazine supplement, as well as to and again it was nice. The police used by the Koestler Awards in Scotland. audiences visiting 183 More Sleeps: to say that they had had a complaint The Koestler Scotland Exhibition about us but I don’t think that was The Koestler Awards support entrants at Summerhall, Edinburgh, 7 – 29 always true. It was just the excuse they by giving them feedback on their work, November 2015. needed to move us on. That’s what we along with the chance to win an award. had all my life. Our exhibitions share their potential The project is supported by the and talent with the public. By fostering National Lottery through Creative engagement and achievement, we help Scotland, with additional support from improve our entrants’ skills, confidence the Robertson Trust and the Souter and employability, which can aid Charitable Trust. rehabilitation and contribute to reducing reoffending. Our thanks go to the editorial team at STIR magazine, staff at New College Lanarkshire, HM Prison Shotts, Summerhall and Traffic Design, for making this project a reality. www.koestlertrust.org.uk 01 02 from QUARRYBOY Well, to me, the quarry was all kinds of The second part of the quarry was everything; my castle, my playground, abandoned and unused. Its cliff-faces my battlefield, my wizard’s wicked were a patchwork of all-conquering wand-wave. It was my bolthole from all grass and other green stuff. The floor that family affection and cosy delirium. had become a permanent shimmering I went with all my rosy-cheeked friends; grey pond, with thick, squelchy muck of course, being a sad, lonely, little shit, under the water. Which, of course, after their numbers verged upon the a thankfully small fall, one discovered invisible, so it was just I and my after having shoes, socks and shorts shadow. filled with the grey, slimy gunk. One looked like an appropriately startled The quarry had two parts, an mud-mummy! operational part where they blew-up (or down) the cliff-face to extract The unused side of the quarry was stones or massive boulders. I used to where I played, dreamt and vandalised. love the sound of the warning siren, I’d skim stones over the turbid pond, though at first, never knew it was a roll old, abandoned car tyres over the prelude to a massive ‘bang’, a cliff’s edge and watch them bounce, toe-tingling rumble, and a whole spin, then splash explosively into the world of thick, billowing smoke! water. Once, I tried to send an old dumper truck the way of the tyres, but muscles and knowledge of mechanics seemed vague, the dumper truck was left to rot in peace. HM Prison Castle Huntly ICE LOLLY old oak tree up high leaves falling, drifting downward Image: 2 Boys, ice lolly melts North Ayrshire Council (Criminal Justice Service) HM Prison Shotts Watercolour on Paper 03 04 Fathir Ah Mother gesse a break! Ah Maw No am no disappointed, but I’m THE TENEMENTS work hard oh week, surely am entitled a bit suspicious how you’ve goat all from The Jimmy Plays tah a couple ah beers oan a Friday? this money efter bein doon the pub Maw I, that’s fair enough, but you hiv drinking weah yur pals? And still hiv tah rememeber tah bring yur wages mare money noo, than whit yur full hame first. No gone doon the pub wage are? Oh maw, it’s a Rangers pub! SCENE ONE Jimmy weah yur pals drinking away ma Fathir Mother I told you, I goat a bonus, Maw That’s awe rite Jimmy, jist don’t housekeeping money fur the week? and a bloody good bonus at that. Maw Jimmy, Jimmy, tell them you support, (Partick-Thistle.) If it wisnae fur wee Jimmy here, gone Maw Well am no gonnae argue (no reply!) Jimmy Snow that maw, it’s jist, ma doon the pub tah get you, we wid still weah you, as long as ave goat ma JIMMY! burds a Celtic fan, if she finds oot a wiz be sittin here without a penny to oor housekeeping money am mare Jimmy Whit is it Maw? in a blue nose pub, she’ll gee me a names, because you’re doon the pub than happy. hellafa time! showin off tah yur pals how good Come own in, a want you to go a Right, am off doon the toon, it’s been Maw a guy yea are! message fur me. Maw Look Jimmy, furget aboot yir burd a while since ave HUD a we bit extra for the minute, it’s mare important you Fathir Awe Mother, whit yae worried money to spend, and thanks tae yur Oh maw am playin fitba weah Jimmy git that auld Fayther oh yours up here aboot? Am here noo, ave goat yur fathers bonus am sitting pretty. Jimmy, the boys. weah some money, before he drinks it money here in ma pocket. here’s that fiver a promised you. Maw Niver mind yur fitba weah the awe! We’ve goat tae eat, and av goat Maw How much have yeah goat left? Jimmy Eh, maw it wiz a tenner yeah boys Jimmy. This joob is mare tae hiv ma fag money for awe week as promised me. important. well. So git doon there an bring him Fathir Plenty Mother, a goat a bonus this week, a wis gonnay tell yeah aboot Maw Oh I that’s right. Silly ME! Here it Jimmy It’s a job maw? back and there could be a tenner in it fur you. it when I goat hame! is. Noo don’t you go and waste it oan Maw Aye it’s a job Jimmy! rubbish, o-right son. Jimmy A TENNER Maw? Don’t say Maw I, am sure you wur! Jimmy Is there ony money in it fur me? anither word, am own ma way. Fathir Honest Mother, ah wiz, anither Fathir What aboot me Mother? Have Maw It depends, there could be! a no tae get any pocket money? Maw I, Jimmy’s a good wee boy really, couple a drinks and ah wiz up the road Jimmy Whut’s the job? yiv jist goat tae know how to work him. anyway. Maw You’ve had enough drink fur one day. But because you brought a big Maw It’s a job only you can dae Jimmy. A bribe way a little money, always does Maw Well yur here noo, so show me the trick fur my wee, sweet, Angelic whit you’ve left, and I am warning you bonus home with you, and to show yea Jimmy AWE MAW! One oh they jobs! Angel. father, it better be pleanty! am no a bad person, here’ twenty quid, Maw A want you to go doon tae the that should keep you gawn fur the rest No need to be like that Mother.