I know that when you read about what I got up to you’ll probably think I got what I deserved. You’re right – I totally agree. Many of you will dislike me no doubt, and that’s ok – I understand, I really do. I’m not all bad, though.
I left the Isle of Skye in the early eighties to start my nursing course in Edinburgh and it’s fair to say I embraced the Capitals temptations with arms wide open. When I moved into a shared flat I met Bill, a musician and got involved with his band Low Down – you know, helping them out, doing a bit of driving and humping gear.. It was great fun. Low Down were truly phenomenal. Man, I totally loved their music.
We took drugs, I mean, I took drugs. Nothing heavy like, just recreational and I met a fair number of lassies who I treated pretty badly. I’m not proud of my behaviour, I’m not.. Look, nursing’s a female dominated profession and male nurses were thin on the ground – the opportunities for getting up to mischief were many and though I knew it was wrong, It didn’t stop me. I worked hard and played harder.
A lot of stuff I regret now. Especially what I did to Lisa – and others. Anyway it couldn’t last, could it? They way I was living – something had to give. And it did.