Chapters (105)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Epigraph
- Before it All Started
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Four Weeks Ago
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Now
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Four Weeks Ago
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Now
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Three Days Ago
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Now
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- Two Hours Later
- Chapter 70
- Chapter 71
- Chapter 72
- Chapter 73
- Chapter 74
- Chapter 75
- Chapter 76
- Chapter 77
- Chapter 78
- Chapter 79
- Chapter 80
- Chapter 81
- Chapter 82
- Chapter 83
- Chapter 84
- Chapter 85
- Chapter 86
- Chapter 87
- One Week Later
- Chapter 88
- Chapter 89
- Acknowledgements
- Keep Reading …
- Books by Ross Welford
- About the Publisher
On our screen, the picture cuts back to colour and Robbie Ferguson in the studio.
‘Well, that was then, and he’s floated all the way back to us now! Here to talk about his new venture, the Mystic o’ the Highlands himself, Kenneth McKinley!’
And there he is, in his kilt, sporran and dirk, coming down the studio steps to the talk-show sofa. He’s grinning at the audience’s applause and he’s holding an exact replica of the strange device that is currently hanging above my and my brother’s beds: a Dreaminator.
‘Wow! He looks so young!’ says Susan. ‘What on earth is he holding?’
I don’t reply.
The interview does not go at all well. The show’s presenter seems determined to mock Kenneth and make jokes at his expense, and Kenneth looks increasingly uncomfortable when the audience seems to enjoy the taunting.
To begin with, Robbie Ferguson stands facing Kenneth who is on the sofa. ‘Can I start by showing you how I can float?’ he says, and the audience titters. Kenneth smiles back, good-natured, but he looks a little wary.
‘Stand up,’ says the presenter, ‘I’d like you to be Maureen. Please take my hand!’
The audience laughs. He turns his back slightly, so he is in a different position from Kenneth who had been facing the audience directly. But then, just like Kenneth had done, Robbie Ferguson starts to float, just a little bit off the ground, but the audience cheers and gasps. It looks amazing.
But then, in a slight jerking motion, he turns his body round until he is facing the audience – and there is a huge laugh from them as they see the trick, and the camera shows a close-up of his feet. He has been balancing on the tiptoes of one foot, which is protruding from the bottom of his shoe.
The audience howls with laughter at the simple trick.
‘Come on, Kenneth – admit it! That was how you did it, eh? It’s just an old stage trick. I had the studio boys here make up special shoes for me!’ The presenter’s tone is teasing, but there’s a definite edge to it. Kenneth’s face freezes in a cold smile.
‘Well –’ he hesitates – ‘that might be one way of doing it, but I assure you …’
‘Don’t worry, Kenneth. I know the rules. You can’t reveal your secrets.’ Robbie pauses for comic timing and shoots a cocky glance at the camera. ‘Instead, I’ll reveal them for you!’ Big laugh from the audience, and a close-up of Kenneth looking uncomfortable.
‘That’s not fair!’ says Susan. ‘That’s not how Kenneth was doing it!’
‘Shh, Susan,’ says Mola.
Robbie Ferguson goes, ‘Och, don’t mind me, Kenneth. Just enjoyin’ a wee bit o’ banter with you, eh? So tell me, O Mystic o’ the Highlands – what’s that you’ve brought with you to Scotland Loud and Live?’