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Douglas: > I was amused to see Robin recall Hughie Gallaher. Willie Gallagher. And out of the same window, I used to (well, we were all adolescents once) eyeball Duncan McCrea's daughters. Read Bridie's plays in signed first editions that Duncan had acted in. Incidentally, Gallagher wasn't the only CP MP (as I used to think) -- England elected one as well. > A god in the > NorthEast as well. Well, he was less than a god in Glasgow -- god was [pretty obviously] John Maclean (whom the English poisoned). Though for my money, the nicest of the Red Clyde Four was Kirkwood. Good union man. My mother went to university with their kids. > What about Charlie Tully? I remember Charlie > sitting on the ball at the corner flag at Celtic Park. I cant > remember who CEltic were playing that day. It might have been > my father's team Clyde. Probably Rangers. Or (just before they went down the stank) Queens Park. > I was of the Donald Dewar/John Smith era at Glasgow. Do you > remember the Albert Luthuli debate? After (or before?) my time -- I was generation of 68. Danny the Red for Rector. > But as this is a proper poetry group I had better mention > Tom McGrath and Alan Spence. Alan's haiku book was a good > read last year. McGrath arrived just after I left, in the wake of the OZ affair. As for Alan Spence and the whole Glasgow Buddhism bit (shit), the least said, the better. > I never knew Kenneth White He and I overlapped for a year (I remember he threw good parties). Then he exchanged the cold wind of dawn for Provence. > but dont really > think he had the gift for language but in French he cut himself > out as quite a poet. Well, damn it, they were PAYING him to teach French. Endgossip. Robin