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…if music be the food of love… ‘Ruby Tuesday’ is right up there…

…looking back, I s’pose it was a combination of the Rolling Stones, Brylcreem Men’s Hair Gel and a ceilidh with a drop of the old ‘electric soup’ … the beginning of a torrid, deeply-felt romance for this ol’ Jurassic around fifty years ago… a (very) young Apprentice Master of the Financial Universe I was at the time, working for the mighty Clydesdale & North of Scotland Bank in Tobermory on the Scottish Hebridean Island of Mull… her name was Ruby… a summer-season waitress in one of the local hotels… and to this budding wee MacCasanova, she was absolutely gorgeous… red-haired (what else with a name like that?)… and she was ready to laugh at my attempts at humour… what’s more, the first ‘girlfriend’ I had known with attractive ‘lumps in her jersey’… the first formal date, preceded by a couple of agonising days, summoning up the courage to ask her to a local ceilidh in the Village Hall, was rewarded with a giggling ‘yes’… the continued angst was marginally placated with what MacCasanova-Gallacher felt a terrific investment… a jar of Brylcreem Men’s Hair Gel to smooth down the island-barber standard ‘sheep-sheared-cut’ mop… and off we went to the ceilidh… now yeez have to understand that a built-in part of the tradition of most events in the Highlands and Islands of Scotland is imbibement of a dram or three of the hard stuff… neither the LUVLY Ruby and I were yet of legal drinking age, but that hadn’t prevented the purchase of a quarter bottle of Johnnie Walker Red by a pal on my behalf … and by the time the ceilidh was over, Ruby had proved herself no stranger to a healthy swig or two of the uisge beatha… back to my digs… and by that wunnerful Heaven-crossed coincidence, part of my admittedly restricted collection of records was the Rolling Stones’ ‘Ruby Tuesday’… I’ve no recollection if that first night together was indeed a Tuesday… but the relationship lasted for several months thereafter, until the natural parting of ways that impacts teenagers, world-shattering at the time, but of little consequence in a whole lifetime… I must admit, much as I like the Stones’ version, I prefer the one I’ve posted above, sung by the beautiful Melanie Safka… a fitting tribute to my time with a special Ruby… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!



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…Glasgow Dockland Govan’s version of Rudolph Valentino…


Rudolph Valentino

…I can pinpoint for yeez almost to the hour when this ol’ Jurassic sashayed from the innocence of youth to the angst-strewn teenage-recognition that GURLS, creatures of the opposite gender, may have sum’thing about them more interesting than pigtails to pull… barely out of short trousers and severe short-back-and-sides haircuts, I became aware of THEM… females… non-football-players… non-collectors-of-frogs-to-stick-in-cleaned-out-jamjars… and certainly not-members-of-our-secret-gangs-with-very-original-codewords-like-‘Geronimo’… of course, at infant school parties, there were the usual ‘Postman’s Knock’ games which often involved being highly embarrassed by getting kissed by a GURL… the ultimate Russian Roulette version of a five-year-old’s boy’s nightmares… imagine then the confusion when it struck home, that a GURL yeez know is taking 100% of yer thinking time… usually chatterbox personified, ye’re reduced to a tongue-chewing babbler when confronting the target of yer youthful fantasies… back then tradition was paramount in such affairs… yeez had to ask the GURL if she wanted to be yer GURLfriend… heaven forfend yeez should even think of asking her in front of any of yer mates, in case yeez get the infamous rejection… the gem of my eye at the time rejoiced in the name of ‘Ruby’, a charming young lady… she even had ‘lumps in her jersey’… a-hem… and she was ‘G.A.’… ‘Geographically Acceptable’, as she lived about fifty yards away in the same tenement block as this young wannabe Rudy Valentino… I remember the setting as if it were yesterday… on the first floor landing, halfway up the tenement stairwell in her ‘close’… violins in the background, red roses and candle-bedecked candlebra were not in attendance… but that mattered not a jot… Romeo could not have pitched it better than I…


…‘Wull yeez be ma GURLfriend?’… a momentary hesitation from the lass, during which the urge to turn on my heel and get the hell outa there as fast as possible was ended with her response, worthy of any romantic novelist’s best—‘Aye, awright!’… thus began, properly, an everlasting affinity for THEMGURLS… they make the WURLD spin round… and just to top it  all, The Rolling Stones at the time launched ‘Ruby Tuesday’.. I can’t recall if I asked her on a Tuesday, but I remember the liaison lasted an entire summer, until our family moved away from the district and ‘l’affaire-de coeur’ withered on the vine of distance… subsequently when I hear the great cover version below by Melanie Safka, my thoughts inevitably turn to ‘lumps-in-a-jersey’… sum’things never change… see yeez later …LUV YEEZ!



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