Colin with his father, political journalist Kenny MacIntyre.
My two worlds collided on a wet and windy December night in the mid-1980s. The mainland came to the island.
Picture the scene: a man is wading in from a little boat to an island in the Hebrides. It is the middle of winter and pitch-black. He has a suit on, but no tie, and is carrying an object high above his head as though he has just won the men’s final at Wimbledon.