WHERE ARE THEY NOW
In the early 70s I was blessed with meeting a mad Aberdonian, Glen MacMillan who moved to Troon and resided in the Green Dome for most of our secondary. This quiet often moustached genius had a razor sharp wit and as well as introducing me to Queen and later Costello kept me laughing with his Jack Deeesque humour. He clearly used all these skills to propel himself into the entertaining world of Actuaries. Last seen residing in Dunfermline and actuaring in life companies in Edinburgh. Have so many great memories but his party piece appeared to be his hulkesque ability of transforming mid party. As the midnight hour approached on the party scene, Mad Mac having had one too many always seemed to morph into Norman Bates and could be seen running round the party with an acquired bread knife from the kitchen. Although fuelled by that one too many Moscow Mule it seemed to be triggered by puppy love or more likely someone removing Costello live at El Mocambo from the turntable. Mac wherever you are Haste ye Back.
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