Mr Magnetism Himself wrote:
Alec, if you'd ever been to Falkirk, central Scotland, you wouldn't use a smiley. I shouldn't have either.
It's where Mrs M H comes from. It looks at its best in a rear-view mirror.
But Mr. M H, when I read or hear that pleasant name, this peaceful autumnal image emerges.
It's that of a church in the fall, a fall kirke, with leaves blowing pleasantly along, gold, red, yellow and honey hues, everything all dappled light and suchlike.
Alec, you're actually not far off. It's from an old name meaning "speckled church" - the original church was probably constructed of different types of stones.
The town grew up around heavy industry - the Carron Iron Works was world-famous. But all that's gone now, leaving a post-industrial town stranded midway between Glasgow and Edinburgh, and close to its more attractive, prosperous and historically important neighbour, Stirling. Basically, it's a town that serves no purpose nowadays.