mine's a similar tale. you can educate all you want and give your kid a house with the daily mail and no books and no music and say to him 'the last 7 generations of your family have been in the border regiment' and it meant absolutely nothing when i visited my sister at stirling uni (1971) and heard john martyn and dylan -play it loud! met real people with real hair and real politics - and the drink and the dope - (at 15)the defining weekend of my life. nothing much changed til a few years later, when i was a student there myself in loon pants and velvet jacket, i saw the damned. well - that was a blast - shook things up a bit.