City of Aberdeen and its football club.

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I nearly ended up in lodgings with a very kindly landlady (nothing fool, orra, or immoral, you filthy animals) in Douglas Lane in my final year at the U of A. My pal who was graduating a year ahead of me was moving out to do his PhD in Edinburgh, and his landlady was looking for another clean-living, studious, polite and tolerant individual to take his place. I found a semi-slum in Orchard Street instead. She had a lucky escape. Lovely area, like. Delegates from across the planet at the 2016 Dickens Fellowship Conference marvelled at the architecture which is aulder than most of their countries.

My old comrade is now one of Scotland’s foremost professors of education, highly-critical of the failed ****eshow over which several and a half Education Ministers have presided for the last decade and a bit. I’m still a ****ing chancer who’s bluffed his way through occasionally-gainful employment.

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