I had a whole Scottish existence until we moved to London when I was four.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
When I was a child, a lot of my time was spent in Scotland because my mother's Scottish, and we used to go up to Ayrshire and visit relations in a place called Dalry.
Being a great believer in Scottish tradition, I followed the example of my fellow countrymen and moved to England.
My great grandparents are Scottish, and I have this very tenuous connection which I try and bump up whenever I can, because I'd much rather be Scottish than English.
Of course I've had my moments of wanting to go back to Scotland, and I almost did a couple of times, but other things just came up.
When I was 18, I couldn't wait to move away. I was like: 'If I ever have to come back here, I'll kill myself.' Glasgow seemed like failure and death to me back then, but not any more.
Edinburgh is my adopted home. It's a place where I wanted to come and live, and I managed to arrange my life so it happened.
I have got the best of both worlds; growing up in Edinburgh and now living outside Glasgow.
After I've been in America for a while, I get homesick for Scotland.
I left Scotland when I was 16 because I had no qualifications for anything but the Navy, having left school at 13.
I'm as Scottish as they come.