> 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 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
street.
D2]
Ermie -- Gallagher was one of the only two Party MPs ever elected in
Britland. He started out life as an ILP member, but hung onto his seat till
the fifties after the ILP got digested by (as then was) Orthodox Labour.
CP3O
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