Hallo!my folks called me johnny Dunlop,it was years ago when some blokes did wear frocks!
but we are all Scottish so its not a shock!
tho,i wore trousers like all moderns do,keeping the kilt for reasons like the nerday.
weddings!highland games!all sorts of varieties!
From my street i would hear my locals cheer when celtic or rangers were here.
I,d run down to Cappielow and collect empty beers.
I,d make a bit of pocket money,threepence a bottle! plus i sold the local tele!
and i loved spending it in a hurry!
I also run to the pawn for my maw!and all my neighbors who dare,nt show!
in case some nosy biddy would know.
So on a Monday,items galore i humphed them down towards the shore.
next to Cappielow…nearly next door!
So that was my afternoon when 5!half day for me to skive and dive!
then run for whatever my kinsmen contrived.
I looked forward to Friday always!pops suits and watch would be displayed.
and id get a tanner for my pay!
Then when i was 6 i found cash in old sticks!honest to God,we are THICK!
yet they payed me for something they burnt in their grates!?
The wee woman had to stand on a stool,to chop and tie them for the FOOLS!
To me!it just did,nt feel cool!
I said to the owner"we,re surrounded by free trees and i feel like a con ner!
he answered!"thats my business,yer honor!
And when i told my maw,she agreed and aw and told me “never you bother!”
He,s a real…Able,s brother!"
Well as soon as i reached 7!being a catholic i was expecting heaven!
but they never bet on me believing!?
I asked simple question but it was soon battle station! then stations of the cross!
and priests claiming they talk for the boss!
So that was me at 7 years old!a forced to be rebel against the hard and the cruel!
with a pen as my only tool!