Spent a fair deal of my time wi' you Sauchiehall Street/Dundee/Falkirk/Cowboy Club/Nighter/Dayer crowds - always an event for us Soulenachs.

Speak up The Scots.

Scotland always had a fine line between Trailer trash and High fashion - we tended to wander through your Trailer trash population on our Mel Gibsn coaches and be confronted by hundreds of 'Scot Wans' in perma sta-prest clothing with faux Scouse (expensive) hair-cutted Jocks.

Bringing about the question:

"Was Soul music in the late 70's/early 80's in Scotland only open to lads who worked off-shore?"

Don't bite lads - I loved my Scots excursions.

Tell us (a)more!

Spent a fair deal of my time wi' you Sauchiehall Street/Dundee/Falkirk/Cowboy Club/Nighter/Dayer crowds - always an event for us Soulenachs.

Speak up The Scots.

Scotland always had a fine line between Trailer trash and High fashion - we tended to wander through your Trailer trash population on our Mel Gibsn coaches and be confronted by hundreds of 'Scot Wans' in perma sta-prest clothing with faux Scouse (expensive) hair-cutted Jocks.

Bringing about the question:

"Was Soul music in the late 70's/early 80's in Scotland only open to lads who worked off-shore?"

Don't bite lads - I loved my Scots excursions.

Tell us (a)more!

billy bremner cannae remember tae wasted tae billy bremner

got the original blue sock tags though best team in Britain coulnae beat the CELTIC

washed ashore rather than off shore

the off shore boys were mare intae spending their cash in snorting coke in trendy cocktail bars with hairdressers or technical head examiners or what ever theyre called noo adays

billy bremner cannae remember tae wasted tae billy bremner

got the original blue sock tags though best team in Britain coulnae beat the CELTIC

washed ashore rather than off shore

the off shore boys were mare intae spending their cash in snorting coke in trendy cocktail bars with hairdressers or technical head examiners or what ever theyre called noo adays

I'm borne of a McDermott Celt/Scottish connection owd cocker.

Me teacher at Junior school, Gerard McCormick (he's dead now but I still love and respect the man and his values)- a devout Catholic with thirteen kids and a love of football, that man instilled a love of Celtic Football Club in me (I was seven) to a degree that although I wouldn't dare say that I would feel comfortable wearing a Celtic scarf to a degree that I was worthy of doing so, I still feel that I ama second degree confirmed (by Gerard) Scot.

Also, although I didn't understand a fucking word you wrote, I understand - all the off-shore lads I know were from Aberdeen and now have no mortgages and big stone cottages.

Does that post smack of Anglo-jealousy?