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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...
A Sean Connery thread...
My mum knew the then head of Glasgow Museums (think they were old Art School pals), and he& #39;d wangled them on to the guest list for the big night - which was to be opened by wee Jackie& #39;s big pal, Sean.
It was during the school summer holidays, and I& #39;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& #39;d like to sit in Jackie& #39;s F1 winning car.
You try stopping me!
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: & #39;Could I get one of you two with Sean?& #39; 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& #39;ll find it...
And, one day.... one day... I& #39;ll find it...
