Posted on September 10, 2012 by bigrab
I’ve been reading Mike Scott’s autobiography, “Adventures of a Waterboy”. He recounts spending his teenage years being brought up in Ayr and how difficult it was for his band to get gigs. In the late 70s he had a punk(ish) band called White Heat and Ayrshire wasn’t really a great place for such a band to be looking for gigs.
Scott recounts getting a gig in a “social club” which he later discovered to be an Orange Lodge in Maybole. The mix of then current punk hits, interspersed with classic 60s youth anthems like My Generation and Jumping Jack Flash wasn’t going down too well with the clientèle and the only requests were to “turn it doon”
Almost at the end of the night a younger member of the audience approached the stage and said to Scott “Can you sing God Save the Queen?” “What the Sex Pistols song?” said an encouraged Scott “Naw the national anthem!” came the reply.
Apparently another band member assumed the duty accompanied by one of the lodge members on the moothie.
Scott, then 17 and living in Ayr, says he only found out on the way home from the gig what an Orange Lodge was. A colleague in the band had to enlighten him.
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Posted on January 18, 2012 by bigrab
I was intrigued by this ad in the Easyjet flight literature the other day:
I wonder if this item sells particularly well on the Belfast flight?
I remember a rather amusing misprint from the 70’s
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Posted on December 22, 2010 by bigrab
Posted on August 30, 2008 by bigrab
I did a wee bit of looking around about Calton following my posting (The Poverty Ladder) yesterday. There’s a good Wikipedia page HERE from which this passage comes:
“The area became known for its weaving industry. On 30 June, 1787, a meeting of weavers was held on Glasgow Green. Their wages had dropped because of the increased importation of cheaper foreign textiles. Most of the workers decided to take strike action, although some accepted lower wages and carried on working. The dispute came to a head on 3 September, 1787: when violence erupted after some striking weavers tried to seize materials from weavers who had carried on working.
The military were called in and a detachment of the 39th Regiment of Foot opened fire on the demonstrators. Six of the men killed at the scene were locally called ‘martyrs’ and some of them were buried in the Calton Cemetery off the main London Road. The families of the men could not afford a headstone although, a century later, a memorial was raised to commemorate their actions.”
And almost inevitably for a deprived Glasgow area……..
“The area has experienced sectarian tensions for generations; the Orange Order have a particular foothold in this area and there are also Irish Republican organisations present. This is reflected, albeit much declined in modern times, in gang and sectarian related graffiti. In the 1960s, an area of the Calton was known locally as Tongland, prominently marked out as such by graffiti. Tongland appears in Gillies MacKinnon’s 1995 movie Small Faces.”
In my previous life in the mobile disco business, I did a bit of work just along the road from Calton in Bridgeton, which also borders Glasgow Green. In particular we did work in a pub just down from Bridgeton Cross and near to the Orange Lodge. Man it was mean. There were guys with knives, drug dealers and psychos – and that was just the bouncers! That was where you earned your stripes! DJ’s who worked there never feared going anywhere!
I remember one day coming up the road from Glasgow Green to drop the gear off for that night’s entertainment (the actual gig was usually delegated to someone else!). There was a commotion outside the Orange Lodge and several police vehicles redirecting traffic. There was also a fire engine. It turned out that one of the members of the lodge with paramilitary links to Northern Ireland had occasion to need a place to hide some explosives. Unfortunately he had stored them too near the gas oven in the kitchen and when some members arrived to cook up the Saturday pies the heat had got to the semtex or whatever it was causing an explosion! or at least so the story went.
I’m sure there are many similar tales of the Calton and Bridgeton.
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