When Jackie Stewart retired from F1, there was an exhibition of his racing cars, at Kelvingrove, and my mum and dad got an invite to the opening.

A Sean Connery thread...

My mum knew the then head of Glasgow Museums (think they were old Art School pals), and he'd wangled them on to the guest list for the big night - which was to be opened by wee Jackie's big pal, Sean.

It was during the school summer holidays, and I'd be about seven-years-old, but when mum went over to Kelvingrove, to pick up the tickets, I jumped in the car (any excuse to go to the museum).

When we got there, Jackie and Sean - two of my heroes -were there, and they started speaking to wee me. I took a proper beamer, and nearly fainted (trying to hide behind my mum).

I was wearing a Jacques Cousteau T-shirt (another one of my childhood heroes), and Jackie got down on his hunkers (not far for the wee man) and asked me about it - saying he knew Captain Cousteau.

That was me off, and I started blethering away, like he was my best pal (all the time my wee mum was just twinkling at big Sean).

Next thing, a photographer appears, and asks me if I'd like to sit in Jackie's F1 winning car.

You try stopping me!

Jackie puts one of his helmets on me, lifts me into the driving seat, and sits on the wing while a pic is taken.

Once out the car, the snapper asks: 'Could I get one of you two with Sean?' And Jackie and Sean hoisted me - in my summer shorts and sandals - on to their shoulders for a pic.

Somewhere, in some dusty press or council archive, that picture exists (as it still does in my memory).

And, one day.... one day... I'll find it...