I did not even know it was called Lilybank till I read an article on the place written by a social worker. I visited the place once in later years after my gran had died. My mates and i were trying to speak to a musician who may or may not have been James King. He wasn't in but as he was expected back we hung around. We were then spotted by the Lilybank Neighbourhood watch, a collection of young neds and nedettes who demanded an explanation for our presence. After mentioning some names our reasons were accpted except for one foul mouthed female who kept up with her questioning, was warned by a colleague and then slapped. We used this diversion to make our excuses and left
I think we may have settled for communicating with Jimmy by post.