…fireman… footballer… film star, like those strutting their stuff on the silver screen at the local Dockside Govan Odeon Cinema saturday matinees in Glasgow… all featured large in this ol’ Jurassic’s ‘whaddya-wanna-be-when-all-growed-up,-boy?’list before the age of twelve… the onset of teens brought a new set of WURK ambitions… drummer in a ‘beat group’… turf accountant (Glasgow parlance for a formal gambling bookmaker, ‘coz they always had money,)… and still, footballer…
…but as my compatriot of a coupla hundred years ago, the incomparable poet Rabbie Burns, said, ‘the best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men gang aft agley’… and ‘agley’ went all the prior ambitions when I left school at the age of fifteen, the doors of the mighty Clydesdale & North of Scotland Bank opened to embrace the future Financial Lord of the Universe… the young, callow, albeit numerate, Master Gallacher… fifty years later, that…
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