> As for Mr Murdoch, originally Australian, now a US citizen, the man who
made
> the British tabloids what they are today,
Oh JEEZ, dave -- get real. The tabs were a joke well before Murdoch decided
to became a daddy for the fifth time.
I mean (OK, anyone who's sick of Glasgow sixties anecdotes leave now) ...
Back in the mid-sixties, I went up to Billy Patterson [this was before the
Ice Cream Wars, both authentic and celluloid] and said, "Hey, Billy, I'm
+really+ sorry to hear about you father hiccoughing for 48 hours."
Bill looked at me in a kinda pitying way and said, "Robin, the _Sunday Post_
have a roster of names that they hang stories on. It was dad's turn."
Then it was, I began to lose my faith in British Journalism.
Robin
(Even more curiously, Dear Dead Dad confirmed Billy Patterson in Denniston
and [much] later on, Robert Crawford in Cambuslang. Glasgow was +much+ more
fun than Loughborough.
R2)
{Let's hear it for Oor Wullie and The Broons}
[Written in the shade of Whitehill Senior Secondary. Didn't go there, but I
could see it out of a second story close window. Lanark ya bas, anyone?
An' after my parents graduated from East Side Dennistoun to West Side
Cambuslang, I used to watch the ghost of Willie Gallagher walking down the
road.
D2]
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