Nursing a Foul Mood…

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The Leith Loot of 1976 didn’t start like most inner city riots; with simmering violence and disenfranchised youth.

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No, the Leith Loot was kicked off when a can of hairspray was accidentally sprayed into the face of one of the Pilrig Sisters during the “Miss Leith” Beauty Contest one warm Saturday.


This was a very competitive event, which was held in the Leith Theatre, during the summer heat-wave of 1976 and had been organized to run just before an ACDC concert being held there the same night.

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The exact details of that fateful event have long since been lost but it resulted in the notorious Pilrig Sisters and their gang spilling out of a trashed theatre on to Ferry Road, fighting with a group of wannabe beauty queens.


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Earlier that day, Chris Stanton had been drinking heavily in the Boundary Bar on Leith Walk. His bird was home caking on the make-up for some shit beauty contest and she had been doing his fucking head in. He had been trying to have a shave but the sight of her squeezing herself into sequined hot-pants had made his hand slip.

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Now, he was sitting with a bloody chin nursing a foul mood. He watched the guys sitting behind him, in the dusty mirror. One of them was Wee Frankie, a fellow Hibee but an annoying little fucker all the same. Chris was tall and wiry, with short swept-back hair and a mean mouth. He downed his pint, wiped his mouth and swung round on his stool.

“Any o’ you guys got a light?” he asked, eyes darting between the two young ones.

Wee Frankie slowly slid a box of matches across the table at Chris, never taking his eyes off him.

“Well, thank you very much, sir” Chris said as he picked up the matches, knocking over a full pint. The warm lager splashed all over the dirty table and the men jumped up, swearing and pushing the table away.

“Oops! Looks like I a wee bit clumsy” Chris sneered, as Wee Frankie ran round, kicking a chair at him.

“Yer burd’s a fuckin’ scank! A Pilrig Sister being crowned Miss Leith? I dinnae think so, mate”.

What happened next was a bit of a blur in Stanton’s memory as the red mist descended. The next he knew he was blinking in the hot sunshine at the bus-stop, with a bloody jaw and a smashed hand. He had to get down to the Leith Theatre to see Maggie…

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