At the age of nine, I could cross the length of Glasgow on a succession of buses, wearing regulation garter-topped stockings and compulsory cap and – if I'd done well enough to earn the honour in last week's test – with a First World War medal on a striped ribbon pinned to my brown blazer. I must have looked like a chocolate soldier.

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