Edinburgh-based Radio Forth has lost its director of programmes, Nic Goodman, to Capital Radio Group, writes Hamish Mackay.
Goodman, 29, will be deputy programme director of Capital FM’s regional network.
His departure is a major blow to Radio Forth, which will have to compete for listeners with whoever wins the new FM licence being awarded in Edinburgh, as well as its rival Real Radio.
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I went to school with Trev, Both in St. Peter’s Primary in the late 50’s/early 60’s. & Holy Cross following on from this through the 60’s.
We were Pretty good Mates back then. Him living in Oxgangs Farm drive meant he was ideally placed to access the ‘Pents. Me staying in Rankeillor St (Sou’side) meant it was a two bus cross-town journey to meet up & spend a day on the hills. I grew up as a lad, enjoying days “in the hills” Trev had the ‘Pents, our gang had “The Park”, Arthur’s Seat. I suppose that’s why as we became better mates in our early ‘teens I graduated to the Pentlands for our expeditions.
Reading about how much the hills became one of his Passions doesn’t surprise me. I only ever roamed the Pentlands with him in our early ‘Teens. It was obvious that he was in his element, but there was no clue to how much the (by then) Mountains had captured his soul.
Life went on… we left (what was then “St Oggies”) I kinda lost touch with Trev. I went to Stirling UNI. I had a contact Number for him in Aberdeen (Somewhere in Maastricht) when he was working as a Journalist/Editor…. At the time I didn’t know what he was doing, but I just wanted to re-connect with an “Old Mate” I reckon he sussed that I was just needing some time with an old buddy to talk about life, the Universe, etc. I went back to Stirling later that night feeling much better.
The Next, & Ironically the last time I saw Trevor was on the “Scotsman Steps” one early Afternoon. I was ‘Peching up from Market St, he was Jogging down from Coburn Street. It was one of those occasions……like….. fuck……Trev.. How’s it goin?.. Man…. Been Ages! I don’t remember the conversation. Just that it was so good to meet somebody from so far away.
I later learned that he had died I Believe it was Susan Flynn (Class of St. Peters 1958) who told me – Apologies if I’ve got that wrong.
There are a lot of great memories here, but, Trevor gave a lot of time to the “Bristo Youth Club” around 1968/1969. Stories can be told. RIP Trevor Walls Although we lost touch, over the years, from around primary 3 you were my first Best Mate. Seeya on the other side.