My father went to University (Embra) in 1932. Started in New College doing Divinity but quickly strayed on to the primrose path of the Arts Faculty. For which deviation I have always been grateful. I just know that I would not have been happy being a son of the Manse like Gordon Brown or David Steel.
Anyhow, he made lots of friends at said Uni of Embra. One of said chums was a Hebridean Medical student called Donald. Jock-wise, a very common Christian name but it came with an unusual surname.
Which was Duck.
Not a problem until, as Google will tell you, 9th June 1934 when Disney’s Donald Duck swam into view in ‘My Little Hen’. Life changed forever for Dad’s pal that day.
You just never know, do you? Rough hew you it how you might, life has this ability to bowl you a total googly. In my opinion.
The most recent example of this happened for me last Monday. Mrs M was doing musical things at Fettes College and needed to have stuff what she had forgotten brought to her as a matter of urgency. I did my bit.
I drove up and parked. My eye was caught by the War Memorial. Magnificent.
But, I just have this nagging feeling that the sculptor would not have chosen the same motto had he had foreknowledge of an iconic British film series that was to come.