Not sure if it was just a Scotland thing in the 80s, my memory sucks, but just as I was leaving school to go into the army, I got a YTS (Youth Training Scheme) letter through the door telling me I'd be starting the scheme as a window fitter earning the massive amount of £25 a week. I dont remember asking, or getting a choice, plus it would have meant a life still living in Dundee. Again, I owe the army quite a lot.Where I lived as a young man you had 3 choices:
1. Go down the mines.
2. Join up.
3. Live on the dole, occasionally doing a bit of soul destroying warehouse work.