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Guardian Unlimited Books | Review | Ian Jack on the bus conductor |
 | | Once, she told us, she'd opened her back door at home to call the cat in and shouted "Ferryboat!" by mistake. |
| | After I left school, I saw her once at the Aberdour Palais, for the first time as a woman in civvies, holding on to a sailor as they whirled about to the music of trumpet, saxophone and drums. |
| | Like many conductresses she came from what were then the mining villages of central Fife - Kelty, Lochgelly, Lochore, Cardenden - which seemed to breed tough women who could tell Saturday-night drunks where, in both senses, to get off. |
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