[quote name='andy_1984' date='25 July 2010 - 01:28 AM' timestamp='1280017107' post='89903']
sorry das even i have read ford techincal bulletins on this one and artscot is right.
oi watch it catch you dont want me showin up on yer door step.
just to let you know heres what you will have to deal with:
i didnt have any trout so a tench will suffice
Down here in North Yorkshire we would call that bait, not a catch
Seriously though, I can see your a fine example of Scottish manhood andy, and I'm really impressed with your mass of red hair. Without doubt your worthy of a part in any Scottish historical film starring Mel Gibson.
But come on hailing from cosmopolitan Glasgow your stretching the Highland connection to infinity and beyond
Nay I'd say what with me having Irish Grandparents, who emigrated to Scotland [Granddad served in the Glasgow Police for a short time, then they must have sussed him out as a rebel
] Anyway they eventually settled in Lanark with their ten children. In fact though my father, their second born initially [like his father before him]had sort his fortune in America. But rumour had it he got tangled up with the mob, and with the cops on his case, had to make a hasty exit by way of Canada. Eventually tipping up back in Lanark, where because of his "sharp" dress sense he earned the nickname "Diamond" nodoubt in reference to the slick dressing Irish-American mobster "Legs Diamond" And he was well known in the town as being a "ladies man" though at the same time he was definitely a hard drinking man's man.
Anyway though he eventually sort his fortune in England, leaving behind a girlfriend who later became, after the war years, the Matron of the Law Hospital in Carluke. She forever held a "torch for him" never marring and eventually dying a spinster. Though in the 1960's she nearly married my father, but my sister put the kybosh on it. Anyway back then in the war days being an engineer by trade with a reserved occupation status. He ended up with a management job down Bristol in an oil refinery. Again being a "Jack the Lad" rumour had it he was dabbling in black market petrol. Anyway this is where he met my English mother, the daughter of a local hotelier. She ended up with child [my older brother] Unfortunately as she was already married at the time and her husband was away fighting in the war. She opted to go with my father, leaving behind a two year old daughter. As her family on her husbands side were well heeled with business interests in the shoe industry Kettering way in the Midlands. They insisted she left her daughter with them, nodoubt being better positioned financially to see she had a decent life a head of her. So my father and his new love moved up north to Lancashire were my father became a manager in a factory fabricating Lancaster bombers.
I've seen films with weaker plot lines, then my fathers journey through life
I was born just after the war [in wedlock, being the youngest of three] but my mother tragically died when I was only six years old. And at the age of eight years old I went to live with my Aunt [ my fathers elder sister] in Lanark. Coincidently who's only son, who had left home at the time I went to stay with her. Ended up playing for Manchester United:-
"A Scottish football player, born in Lanark, Scotland. He played as a forward. Downie was purchased by Manchester United from Bradford Park Avenue in 1949 for a British record of £18,000 and played his last game for the club in 1953. Downie scored 37 goals (including 5 FA Cup Goals) in 116 appearances for the club"
Well at the age of fourteen I left Lanark and went back to join my father in England. But I was up in Lanark only last year on a "roots" trip. Showing my Son where his family came from on his grandfathers side. And whilst there a cousin informed me there was in Lanark Museum a group photo of the 2nd Lanark Scout Troop circa 1957 with me resplendent in my kilt.
Alas the museum was shut, as if it was in it's self an indictment of the fortunes of Lanark. A once vibrant place, now sadly looking shabby and it's public places unloved. William Wallace would by ashamed of it if he were to visit it now.
And as to my fathers spirit of adventure, he would be proud to know it lives on in his grandson. Who makes his living working out in Kazakhstan for an multi national engineering consultancy firm connected to the oil industry. Married to a lovely Russian lass, he has property interests in Moscow, Bodrum and Peckham, sorry I meant Skipton.
So you see andy, with my Irish Republican and Irish American mob connections, coupled with it's own blend of mad Scotsman thrown into the mix................ my doorstep would be the last doorstep anybody would wish to tip up on.