A friend sent me this photo last week.
He was ‘poking around amongst old photos’ when he found it. (Yes, it’s me, with hair!)
I don’t remember seeing it before so it took me a while to pinpoint exactly when it might have been taken.
On closer inspection I’m wearing an Aberdeen Students’ Charities Campaign t-shirt so that narrows it down because I was a member of the campaign team for three of my four years at university (1976-1980).
I joined the campaign not for any altruistic reason but because, in my first year, I was living in digs and it was a way to meet people.
Anyway, I’m guessing the photo was taken in 1979, when I was 19 or 20.
At that time, the Aberdeen Students’ Charities Campaign was one of the most successful student charity campaigns in Scotland, second only to Edinburgh, I think.
I may be making this up but I seem to remember that in 1977 we raised around £45,000, which would be £250,000 in today’s money.
I can't remember how we raised most of the money, but the most successful event was probably the annual parade featuring brightly coloured floats built on the backs of trailers supplied by local transport companies.
The floats, representing all manner of student societies, would be driven through the city centre and a team of students with collecting cans would stalk the streets taking money from passers-by.
Some of the floats and costumes worn by the students were quite impressive, but one year we (the Charities Campaign) ran out of time to dress our own float and I remember standing on the back of a plain, poorly decorated trailer with a can of beer and feeling rather foolish.
But at least the parade raised money. A less successful event, in financial terms, was an excursion, by train, from Aberdeen to Kyle of Lochalsh.
If you are unfamiliar with Scotland, Kyle of Lochalsh overlooks the Isle of Skye on the west coast.
The Charities Campaign would charter a British Rail train and sell tickets to students, with the aim of making a profit that would help raise funds.
The Skye train was already an annual event when I arrived in Aberdeen in September 1976. Two years later it had been erased from the calendar. Let me explain why.
In January 1977 my first Skye train experience was nothing short of disastrous. But as a member of the Charities Campaign, at least I had a front row seat as the day unfolded.
The journey from Aberdeen to Kyle of Lochalsh takes almost six hours by rail. That’s plenty of drinking time for several hundred thirsty students, so by the time we arrived at our destination a significant number were (how can I put it?) drunk.
Two incidents on that outward journey have stayed with me.
First, a young lady sitting next to me in one of those old-style carriages with separate compartments and a corridor down one side, threw up. Over me.
Second, a bearded gentleman (he was probably no more than 20, although he owned a Saab), lost the tip of his finger when it got caught in a (manual) sliding door. Thankfully, the alcohol worked as an anaesthetic so he didn’t know too much about it, but he had to leave the train and go to hospital.
If I remember, we arrived at Kyle of Lochalsh around 2.00pm, having left Aberdeen at 8.00am. The plan (recollections may vary) was to stay there for two hours, then return to Aberdeen, arriving back around 10.00pm. I wish!
The current population of the village is 590 but it may have been less in the Seventies. Either way, picture the scene as several hundred students, many of them inebriated, arrived en masse in a quiet rural location where there was nothing to do other than continue drinking.
In those days the Skye Bridge hadn’t been built (it was opened in 1995 by my old boss Michael Forsyth, then Secretary of State for Scotland), so the only way to get to Skye was by ferry.
There were two ferries, and the main one just happened to be at Kyle of Lochalsh. Cue a desperate attempt by a drunken student to throw himself at a departing ferry, only to miss his footing and fall into the freezing water.
We dried him out, covered him with blankets, and hoped for the best.
The start of the return journey was delayed and by the time we were up and running our passengers had devised a new game - Pull the Communication Chord.
To cut a long story short, the driver eventually pulled the train into a siding outside Inverness, I think it was, and refused to continue. (The train was also said to be low on fuel because of the constant stopping and starting, but that was never confirmed.)
Anyway, that’s where we stayed overnight (with no heating because the engine and therefore the power had been turned off), until we finally continued our journey, in disgrace, the following morning.
I say ‘disgrace’ and I’m not exaggerating. The local paper, the Aberdeen Press & Journal, featured a report about student ‘louts’ causing carnage and terrorising the local community. Or something like that.
Remarkably, we weren’t banned by British Rail so the following year we set off on another adventure, but this time the outcome was completely different.
To begin with, it was snowing, and this seemed to have a calming effect on our passengers. Also, having arrived in Kyle of Lochalsh without incident, and with a six-hour return journey ahead of us, the driver was keen to get going before the snow got too heavy and we were snowed in.
What follows is a tale of heroism as a team of plucky students not only dug our stalled locomotive out of several snow drifts, but supplied hot soup and tea for elderly passengers on another train that had also got stuck travelling in the other direction.
Later still our locomotive was commandeered to help yet another train that was stuck further north, but somehow we got home.
This time the local press not only praised our behaviour but featured a picture of me and my friend Dougie shovelling snow off the front of the train.
In truth, all the work was done by others. Dougie and I did no shovelling at all. It was just for the camera, but don’t let that get in the way of an iconic picture.
Sadly, that was the last Skye train. Despite our heroics, someone (possibly Dougie, who became chairman of the Charities Campaign the following year) worked out that the event wasn’t making money and almost certainly lost money.
While I'm on the subject, two other Aberdeen Students' Charities stories come to mind.
First, the year that Dougie was chairman (1978/79) I took over his previous job editing the Aberdeen Student Charities’ joke book.
Dougie explained the drill. Each year the editor would sift through thousands of jokes and cartoons from other joke books, and select the ‘best’.
Effectively, the same jokes were in a perpetual cycle, some probably dating back several decades.
Most were excruciatingly bad and to modern sensitivities … well, I won’t even go there. It did however sell quite well so there was obviously a market for it.
I don’t believe there was a single new joke in the book, so the cover had to stand out. I commissioned artwork from Bill Smith, an art teacher friend in Ellon, just up the road from Aberdeen, who designed an eye-catching cover that featured a Superman style cartoon hero on a bright yellow background.
Bill later designed the covers for the national version of Campus, a student magazine that was founded in Aberdeen in 1977 and went national (to almost 50 universities) for a couple of years in the Eighties.
(Bill is a very interesting guy, btw. See ‘Scots teacher, 78, turns polar explorer in retirement’.)
That year I was also one of three people, I think, who were responsible for choosing the recipients of the money we had raised. (They were mostly local charities.)
I took this incredibly seriously and would read the applications for donations very carefully before putting them on one of two piles - one to receive a donation, the other for rejected applications.
Believe me, it was incredibly difficult to decide because there were hundreds to go through and the overwhelming majority made a very good case.
Eventually, however, I got into the swing of it and became quite ruthless, so apologies to those I rejected. (This would have been in 1978/79, the same time the photo above was taken, which probably explains why I was looking so serious.)
Anyway, it’s almost 12 months to the day since I last visited Aberdeen, following a gap of 15 or 20 years.
I didn’t intend to go but I was in Scotland when the Queen died (on Thursday September 8, 2022) and everything I was going to do - a live TV interview in Glasgow, followed by a football match in Dundee - got cancelled, so I had some time on my hands.
It was a lovely sunny day, so ...
Full story: The road to Balmoral (via Aberdeen)
As for the Aberdeen Students’ Charities Campaign, it appears to have been renamed the Aberdeen University Students’ Association Raising And Giving Campaign (or RAG for short), and the parade of floats is now called the Torcher Parade.
No sign of a joke book, though. I wonder why.