Thanks (I think!) to Malc for
tagging me for the
'Twenty firsts meme'.
First jobProbably strawberry, raspberry and tattie picking, which most youngsters in my area did during the school holidays (the autumn break was called the "tattie holidays", although I doubt if that's used nowadays). I wasn't particularly adept at any of them, but the tatties were quite hard work because unlike berry picking you couldn't plod along at your own pace.
In my last year at the tatties I made it onto the 'kerts' (carts), which meant throwing the baskets of tatties onto the trailer rather than gathering them into the baskets, and driving the tractor up the 'dreels' on every third or fourth lap, which was an important step up on the way to alpha maledom.
Dark and cold 6am alarm calls (the mornings tended to be frostier back then), paranoia about your 'bit' being bigger than everyone else's (the farmer just paced them out) and disputes with other 'howkers' about where the boundaries lay are among the abiding memories of something that I don't look back on with huge affection.
First real jobAfter leaving school I worked with an agricultural merchant for a couple of years testing grain in the laboratory (I've still got some scars from sulphuric acid burns on my arms as a reminder!) and doing the paperwork in the weighbridge for visiting trucks and tractors.
Although permanent and full-time this was a very seasonal job and some days during the winter I'd do next to nothing, while during the harvest I'd work perhaps eight weeks without a day off and from early morning till mid-evening. We got Saturday evening off though, and then I usually managed to go out and get blootered until the early hours and be back in work at 8am on Sunday, in a further attempt to consolidate my alpha male credentials.
A dead-end career wise, but the EU grain mountains that were stored there helped build up the business might well have been the genesis of my now considerable political cynicism.
First role in politicsThis blog is probably the nearest thing I've had to a 'role' in politics, so to that extent I probably haven't had a proper role at all!
First carA yellow(!) Triumph Dolomite Sprint, which was essentially the boy racer's variant of a standard family saloon. Was largely a waste of money, since I think it cost more to insure than to buy, and it quickly developed a major engine problem which made it uneconomic to repair. I traded it in for a Ford Cortina 2.0 Ghia Mk V, bought on HP because it was a good deal more expensive than the Dolomite.
First recordI think it was
Wig Wam Bam by Sweet, and I bought several of their singles (
Hell Raiser and
Blockbuster were my favourites) and also a few of Gary Glitter's as well. I was a member of the latter's fan club and they sent me a piece of his shirt, which my sister now keeps reminding me was perhaps symptomatic of some kind of sinister intent, but I suspect that it was simply a marketing gimmick! All very glam rock in those days, but one of my sisters liked Donny Osmond, while the other was a big David Cassidy fan.
First football matchMy Dad took my to Pittodrie a few times to watch Aberdeen play c. 1970, but I don't recall that they were big matches or that the Dons were playing anyone too exciting. I do, however, more distinctly recall going there for the first Dryburgh Cup final, in which Aberdeen beat Celtic, much to my disappointment. According to the relevant Wikipedia
page the tournament was a short-duration pre-season affair, and was the first such Scottish cup competition to be commercially sponsored, and the match I saw was presumably the 1971 final.
First concertThe Boomtown Rats at the Caird Hall in Dundee, which I think was in 1978. At that time Sir Bob was just plain old Bob Geldof and the Rats were moving from the punk/new wave fringe into more mainstream pop (
Rat Trap, etc). My recollection is that this was the loudest gig that I ever attended, but perhaps I merely got that impression because it was my first experience of that kind of thing.
First country visitedEngland, where I actually lived for a half dozen or so years. I also visited Wales for around an hour one lunchtime while working in Cheshire for a few days.
If that sounds a bit flippant then that's not the intention because I've never actually been abroad!
First TV appearance
Does CCTV count?
First political speech
No formal speeches.
First girlfriend/boyfriend
Not sure how this is defined, but my first relationship which had a smidgen of the non-platonic about it was probably with a girl called Morag at primary school, although perhaps I just imagined it.
(Morag's a good Scottish name, though, but I doubt if it's used much as a girl's name these days.)
First encounter with a famous person
When Arbroath FC were in the old Scottish First Division (there were only two divisions in my younger days) my Dad took me to Gayfield when the bigger teams were playing there and I did a bit of autograph hunting after the games. Most memorable was probably Kenny Dalglish, who had by then supplanted Gary Glitter as my hero. Kenny also let me down, though, albeit in a different way, because I well recall a Shoot! magazine article entitled something like, 'Why I always want to play for Celtic'.
First brush with death
That would be with the Dolomite Sprint from the 'first car' question above. A combination of my, ahem, exuberance and a brake imbalance led to a loss of control one day and the Triumph weaving uncontrollably across the road like in a car chase from a movie. By dint of either luck or my incredible driving ability(!) the car eventually came back under control, and luckily only my pride was hurt.
I managed to write off the Cortina though - too much power, too much speed, wet roads, a lack of experience and rear-wheel drive - but came out of that unscathed as well, although the pride suffered irreparable damage. And also a devastating blow to that elusive search for alpha maledom.
First house/flat owned
Bought a flat in Dundee in 1992. Bad move. Very, very bad move.
First film seen at a cinema
Can't remember, but it was probably 101 Dalmations (the original animation) Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, The Sound of Music, Jungle Book or similar. I more distinctly remember Bedknobs and Broomsticks, though, but I think it bored me rigid apart from a couple of scenes.
First time on the radio
Never.
First politician I met
Haven't met any, in a political context at least, but I do recall SNP MP Mike Weir kindly witnessing a signature for my Dad gratis while he was still practising as a solicitor in Brechin.
First book I remember reading
Probably Enid Blyton's Five On A Treasure Island, or one of the other Famous Five titles - I read most if not all of them, and some several times. Ditto Blyton's similar Secret Seven series.
First visit to the London Palladium
Never.
First election
Not sure precisely what this means, but my earliest recollection is of the mid-1970s Ted Heath/Harold Wilson era, the miners' strike, the three-day week and power cuts etc. I think I wanted Labour to win merely because that's what my parents wished; there were two general elections in 1974 and Labour won both of them.
My first recollection of anything less passive is conducting a sort of vox pop of primary school classmates for the EEC/Common Market referendum in 1975, which of course kept the UK in Europe.
I've never been much of a voter, but my first outing was in 1987 when a bit of SNP tactical voting saw me supporting Andrew Welsh in Angus East to help get rid of the Tory incumbent Peter Fraser (later Lord Fraser of Lockerbie bombing prosecution and Holyrood Parliament building inquiry fame). I supported Labour at that time, but I daresay I'd vote the other way round these days!
If anyone is still interested in this then I'd like to tag some of the more mysterious Scottish bloggers, namely Wardog, Scottish Unionist, Ideas of Civilisation, Lallands Peat Worrier, Nationalist Mythbusting (sm753) and Holyrood Chronicles (HW).