full, I'd done the usual reading and answered various questions, everybody seemed happy
and I was sitting signing copies at a table when a young male exchange student from the
States said, as I scribbled over his book, 'Gee, I just read The Wasp Factory ; you must
have had a really disturbed childhood.'
Ha-ha! I thought. For once I can deny this with witnesses ! 'Nope,' I said. 'And I can
prove it.' I pointed. 'See that little old grey-haired lady there? That's my mum; ask her
about my childhood.'
The guy wandered off and, a few signed books later, I heard my mother's voice float-
ing over the assembled heads; 'Och, no, Iain was always a very happy wee boy.'
Consider my case well and truly rested.