Yes, lots of memories from those presentations. Like the time in the Kensington area of Liverpool when I swore at the Bishop of Liverpool. Or when I was surrounded by a squad of suspicious, rifle-pointing soldiers in West Belfast. Elsewhere, I was threatened by druggies in Hulme in Manchester; propositioned by prostitutes in Manningham in Bradford; drowned out by disgruntled Scousers in Kirkdale in Liverpool; and confronted by White racists in Batley in West Yorkshire.
And the whisky decanter? A wee token of appreciation from West Lothian District Council after my last presentation to the Council – followed by a standing ovation, of course!