AMIDST the echoes of a Catholic childhood in the West of Scotland, the clamour of orange parades still resonate. In vain you try to recall a sense of jeopardy as all those men and women, their faces hard as flint, marched past on feet that always seemed to be set at ten to two on a clock-face. There was no jeopardy though, only fascination tinged with a slight unease from all those embroidered stories from uncles in whisky when Margaret Maria or Damian John were making their first holy communions. . http://www.heraldscotland.com/news/16354366.kevin-mckenna-sneering-liberals-must-accept-the-rights-of-the-orange-marchers/