Amazing story in today’s Guardian, covering Bruce Reynold’s funeral. Start off with the headline, which goes “The great train robbery was his Sistine Chapel.” Mmm. Could be a poem there. Then there’s the picture, like a still from a film, a frozen panorama of grim faced-gangsters and their molls, all in black, seeing Bruce off on his final ride. Finally, there’s the revelation that he used to contribute to Amnesty International. Now there’s a dilemma. As a long-time member and chair of the local group, am I delighted to see an altruistic spark in the heart of a villain, or do I agonise that our work is being funded by the proceeds of armed robbery?