photograph, Glasgow Herald.
"....a trailblazer for a better world." they said, of Linda Norgrove, collateralised by her rescuers.
" A charity will be started in her name and it will be a fine way to commemorate Linda's life."
A Humanist minister (honest, not invent, a humanist minister, Sweet Jesus fucking wept, how I hate those fucking bastards) and far too many gobby, sanctimonious po-faced wankers, spinning their own work, their own calling, their own running in, behind War and Tragedy, rubber-stamping their victims for dried milk or water tablets, that Western do-gooders might wallow, smugly, in self-praise.
Better by far that she'd lived and loved and fucked and drank and eaten, raised children of her own, fretted and wept for them, than that she lie, grenade-trashed, in a cold box, paraded before these sour hills.