…in my defence, I was barely eighteen years young at the time… WURLD-ly-wise I certainly was not… when I’d clocked up fifteen and a half of those years (the half is important, Mabel), this callow youth from Docklands Govan in Glasgow left the Big City to go live and WURK in Tobermory on the fabulous Scottish Hebridean Island of Mull… apprentice banker to the good crofters and shepherds in an insular community, where the edge of the universe crept as far as the ferry to Oban on the Mainland… two and half years into the sojourn in Tobermory, the source of the advertisement escapes my mem’ry now, but it may have been in the venerable Bankers’ Magazine… prescribed reading for wannabe banking moguls fifty years ago… but there it was… a prime international financial institution looking to employ ‘smart young bankers’ to send overseas to parts exotic…
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