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"....or was it in the Gellions?" What a wonderful and accurate reflection of the journalistic profession!
You are probably talking about The Courier which was on Bank Lane, just round the corner from the Gellions, but in effect the Gellions was probably a meeting place at the time for most of the journalists in the town. That shifted to The Phoenix (interestingly in the era when the P and J were along the road in Ballantyne House) but the journalists' pub nowadays tends to be Number 27 in Castle Street.
If you walked out of the Gellions turning left, walked a few paces ( straight) , you came upstairs again on the left, where you met Jim Lawson and Iann Jolly (and a girl called Sally who sang in a band) who worked for the Daily Record, an Englishman called Brian was there , freelance photographer,and he and Iann covered the football on a Saturday after decamping from the Gellions. Iann and Brian taught me photography then, and, when they were off the wall, the wee one, me took photos. the Record moved to the Raining stairs on the right where they employed a nutter called Bill , who talked so fast, alleged reporter?
I became a photographer/ film cameraman, after my degree course, after being inspired by them, cause I thought it was a good life. Cause,
Go to work, then Gellions cash your cheque with Niven, meet the wife out side pay her and carry on drinking as it is only Friday
So these are my memories of where and when my life was decided, by two photogs, who gave me inspiration,
My question as a person who is au fait with Journo in invss are they still alive???//