Home from the age of 16 was a shared tenement building on the rough side of the world infamous Gorbals district of Glasgow. Well it could be said that there wasn’t really a good side to the Gorbals district, except the community and neighbourly spirit. The tenement flat had two bedrooms, kitchen and a lounge, which was shared with a three other lads, like me new apprentices at the big John Browns shipyard on the Clyde.
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Ah, university, for most our first taste of freedom and a chance to explore, down the track some knowledge apparently is passed along, I was at uni and loving it. I was staying on campus, but (thankfully) not in one of the party colleges, oh don’t get me wrong, there was a buttload of partying going on but thankfully I was in one of the cookie cutter colleges on campus, they were a large 5 story building, nice and simple.
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I wanted to qualify as a master, I kept telling myself as the car approached the base brig. Their theory was that in order to give it you first had to take it. They had made me request it in writing, and then had sat on it for a week so I could change my mind. But, I had been thinking about it for eight years, ever since I entered the program. I knew what was involved, but part of me wanted to be tested, even while another part of me was scared shitless.
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