I grew up in a small town in central Scotland called Grangemouth, best known as an annexe to a BP refinery. I had a very happy childhood – Mum, Dad, brother, very stable.
I was the class clown, a show-off. I liked to make people laugh, but was keen to get on with my work. I was a loud mouth. Maybe I needed to shut up and listen more.
I drove around university in this old orange MG Midget that I painted green. Often five friends were crammed in. I got at least 25 parking tickets, which didn’t please my dad. I eventually left it on the outskirts of Glasgow in
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