Why ‘troozers’?
I have been asked, on a fair number of occassions, why does everyone call you “troozers”? So, to hopefully shortcut the next asker and provide the definitve answer… here is the full, sordid, story;
Many, many, (way too) many years ago when I was a teenager in the fine borough of Corby, or little Scotland as it’s sometimes called, my friends decided it was time that I had a nickname – they all had one; Moggie, Caz, Rocky, etc.. why didn’t I?
The decision process was long and convoluted and some of the suggestions were downright rude, but no name was settled on until the father of one of my friends told us that I had a famous namesake; Andy Stewart the Scottish folk singer. Worse still, my friends father had one of Andy Stewart’s records! When the offending item was found and placed on the record player, out popped the song “Donald where’s ya troosers?”
…and as they said, it would be ridiculous to call me ‘Donald’ so they settled on ‘troozers’. Yes the spelling is different, we didn’t actually bother to look at how you were supposed to spell troosers – my friends just decided that it was spelt with a ‘z’. And, thus, a legend was born (in my own mind at least) and I have been called troozers ever since.
A boring, yet truthful, humdrum story of troozerdom!
