Ruby, Ruby, Ruby, Ruby

Right Bert has thrown down the gauntlet. 2013 our Ruby anniversary could we top the previous reunion....don't know and need the Pakey's and Henderson's of this world to raise the bar on the logistic stakes. Apologies but like Slade at Xmas here is a golden oldy remastered. Room 19 or 20, it disnae really matter coz we’ll gather in a ruby union to share in the patter. The ghosts of auld nick and teachers of old will bring memories back worth their weight in pure gold. Were we monitors of milk or tennis ball supremes how many of us achieved our 10 year old dreams. It was a fair guid time if you avoided an impaling from the now rusty spikes at the top of the railing. Tatties and mince and semolina glupe goldfish and chips and watery soup. Prefabricated toilets and innocent bikesheds a jannie with sawdust and guys with no bald heads. Success through Effort was embossed on our blazers there was very little then that would appear to have fazed us. Teachers like Donaldson, Smith, Govan and Dale put in all their efforts to ensure we didn’t fail. So roll on next year when we’ll stroll roon the toon and remember the days of our schooling in Troon. Some we have found, some we cant trace and some will look down from a fantastic place.