Gay Gordons – By Duncan Harley
It’s a funny old life. Many more years ago than I care to
remember I considered an army career. The lure of the uniform and an escape
from a post-WW2 factory job in a Lanarkshire light-bulb factory was at the back
of it.
An interview in Edinburgh followed - all expenses paid as I recall. A sad relic of the battles in Korea, replete with coloured gongs and khaki trousers sat behind a desk and asked various questions.
“Would I be prepared to undergo basic training at Sandhurst? … did I have a relative who had served in the desert who might vouch for me … did I have backbone? Would I like a Sam Browne.”
An interview in Edinburgh followed - all expenses paid as I recall. A sad relic of the battles in Korea, replete with coloured gongs and khaki trousers sat behind a desk and asked various questions.
“Would I be prepared to undergo basic training at Sandhurst? … did I have a relative who had served in the desert who might vouch for me … did I have backbone? Would I like a Sam Browne.”
Well, the answer to most of those questions was a resounding
maybe. And I returned to my light-bulb career for a brief period before taking
up knitting for a hobby.
I only say this since, and I know that I have harped on about
this sort of exploitation of writers before, the library @ the Gordon Highlander Museum recently asked me for £60
per day to research within their hallowed halls.
Now, call me silly or call me mad … but how can that be
justified. After all they are a funded institution and, aside from regular Lottery
grants, rely on volunteers to man the barricades. Most writers are generally underfunded and devoid of such luxuries as £60 per day.
I would dearly love to read the archives of course, but not
at such a cost. I mean, the regimental custodians might perhaps be glad of some positivity
given the nature of their job.
Mind you, last time I visited the regimental museum – for a book launch some years
ago – I was threatened with a body search by an overbearing bullying ex-squaddie on
the way out. Just in case I had stolen the regimental silver no doubt.
I might record the sad episode in my next book.
Duncan Harley is author of The
A-Z of Curious Aberdeenshire plus the forthcoming title: The
Little History of Aberdeenshire - due out in March 2019
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