I was 14 years old and on the verge of leaving school . Just one more day to go . I had seen the advertisement on the Thursday in the old Glasgow Evening News.
This was the night before the Friday when I was to leave school. On the Friday morning I asked my teacher, Mr Murray, to give me time off to attend an interview, to which he readily agreed.
At the interview I was told I had the job and to report for work on Monday, so when I went back to tell Mr Murray he told me to simply leave there and then. So, I left school on the Friday and started work on the Monday.
I started work in a music shop in Sauchiehall Street called Ewing & McIntosh Ltd, and I was to start an apprenticeship as a radio mechanic so I was overjoyed.
My wages were 17/6 (or 87 and a half new pence) a week. I gave my mother 75p or 15 shillings a week for my keep and she gave me 2 and 6 (12.5p) back for pocket money.
The job was fine until the end of the second week when the manager told me it was time for me to wash the shop windows. THE WINDOWS LOOKING IN TO SAUCHIEHALL STREET !!!! where any of my friends might see me.
God, what a come down. I was mortified! I had told everyone I was training to be a radio mechanic and here I was washing windows.
It was here my rebel attitude kicked in. "Not on your life," I told the manager, "I am here to be a radio mechanic, not a window washer. The answer is NO." The result was inevitable of course. The manager gave me the ulimatum: "Either wash the windows or you are out the door."
Needless to say I chose the latter and that very night I was handed my books and told to go. Thus ended my aspirations to become a radio mechanic. The job had lasted a mere 12 working days, including Saturdays.
But jobs were so easy to come by I was back in employment within days as a labourer in an engineering factory.