Lived in Aberdeen for almost nine years. Loved it I was called a finian barsteward regularly in my local Howff (pub) but it was said with a type of fondness. There was still a bar on Union Street that at the time had just started to allow women in. There were no ladies toilets you had to go to a restaurant up the road if you had to go
Used to drive down to the Saturday or Sunday for home games at Central Park & drive back again. It was over a 760 mile round trip! That was when there weren’t proper motorways after Glasgow usually single track roads or sometimes dual carriageways.
I worked for Aberdeen City Council. As soon as I reached the top of the hill on the dual carriageway at Cove & I looked down at the sparkling Granite City, I always felt “Phew! I’m home’!
Still very good friends with a lot of Aberdonian’s & some Teuchters I could hardly tell what they were saying half the time! Although I did pick up a couple of the Doric words.
Hardly ever used the car in the city as everything was in walking distance, work, shops, bars, restaurants theatre & Aberdeen Beach.
I was even in the live video recording of Rab C Nesbitt’s show at the Aberdeen Music Hall. I was on the front row & was the target of a lot of jokes & innuendos all night. At the end of the show Gregor Fisher came & gave me his ‘bandage’ off his heid & applauded me for being game
I saw the Aurora Borealis regularly (Northern Lights) the most amazing & breathtaking thing I have ever seen.
I loved travelling by car too. Regular trips at the weekend to Balmedie Beach with my Dalmatian who was famous for being one of the puppies in 101 Dalmatians with his litter & along with the another litter, a total of 29 puppies from one breeder.
Anyway there were always regular day trips out to places like Stonehaven, Dunnotar Castle, a fishing village at Cruden Bay, Peterhead, Cullen, Banff, Inverness all over & the most beautiful scenery & countryside. A beautiful trip I did a few times was to the Lin’o’Dee at Braemar, just stunning.
My Dally was also well in with the local ‘polis’ for finding £20,000 worth of uncut heroin in Victoria Park out on one of our regular walks I was with a friend who also had a Dalmatian!

it was hilarious when the local paper, the Press & Journal, came & asked could they run the story with a picture of me with my dog Gus!
I said what about the drug people they'd know who I was. The reporter said put your hood up on your coat it will hide your face, ‘But what about my dog?’ I asked! I only knew of three Dallies in the city mine, his brother Jake, (who had a question mark under his chin in black, my Gus had 3 black spots that looked like Mickey Mouse outline on his shoulder) & my friends dog who just had spots
They still ran the story with a picture & the local pet shop sent a massive marrow bone for Gus
Still have the cutting somewhere & it was even in, as a small article, in the Sun!
Was thrown out of Pittodrie with about 15 Aberdeen Football season ticket holder friends, because I stood up & clapped Ally McCoists 100th goal for Rangers! The polis didna like that. So ended up watching the end of the Challenge Cup game between Wigan & Sheffield Eagles. I was actually wearing Wigan colours at the time, similar to Aberdeen FC colours
Had some daft times could write a bloody book! Some of the things I got up to
Like getting caught on Balmedie beach when the tide came in round the back of me & a stranger had to come & give me a piggy back over the deep pools to safety. For the dog it was nae bother.
Swimming in the North Sea would you believe when we had a very good summer, North Sea is always very very cold unusual to swim in it, also swimming in the River Dee until the local ghillie, (gamekeeper), caught me with the dog as always.
Stopping the traffic in Union St cos the dog wanted a poo & dragged me into the middle of the main road & the traffic had to wait while I cleaned it up!! Never once did that dog do a poo on the pavement always in the road! In fact that Dally was the cleanest, smartest & best dog I’ve ever had!
Some very happy & some sad times. But that’s what life is about. Experiences, some you learn from some you don’t.
When I came back home to Wigan had a few words with some owd fella who told me to “get back to where tha belongs”! I told him I was born on Norley Hall, just up the road, but he didn’t believe me


Anyone can support a team when it is winning, that takes no courage.
But to stand behind a team, to defend a team when it is down and really needs you,
that takes a lot of courage. #18thMan