The gong on Tommy Carson’s chest is flashed at every opportunity. Why not? He much deserved the British Empire Medal pinned on him by the Lord Provost.
So give him a big hand, yet again. He’s all of 91 on October 3 and, incredibly, he’s talking about the Scottish Pensioners Association’s Christmas party, a not-to-be-missed event for 300 worthy senior citizens he has been organising for yonks. All without a computer or calculator.
Tommy pipes up: “I still don’t know whether we’ll have another – just one more time. Boiled down, it’s about finance. If I can find enough donations we’ll go ahead. Already we have entertainers, pro and semi-pro, prepared to volunteer their services.
“Meantime, wife Marian and our two daughter were delighted to be among the crowd invited to Lauriston Castle for dinner the other night.|”
That was Tommy Carson BEM talking. Donations, even letters of support, can reach him care of the Lord Provost at the City Chambers.
Afterwords . . .
. . . Here’s a God-struck Bryan Ferry preaching: “I love the idea of religion. I don’t really have any great doubts about it or any convictions about it either. I love old churches. You do get a sense of otherworldliness.” Bryan, have you been inside Edinburgh’s Tron yet?