I was always dismissive about Janie’s birthplace. A dark, dreich industrial town without character or history, I’d call it. She generally took it well. Then - this would be early 1963 - she said, ‘The Beatles are coming to Scotland.
Do you want to go and see them?’
Everyone at our college was talking about The Beatles; of course I wanted to go. Janie smiled smugly at me when she produced tickets for their show at the War Memorial Hall, Ironburgh; her home town.