The Doon gang are riding again.
As child, I was never part of a gang - never in one place long enough to join the local thugs. My role in the schoolyard was to be the victim. It was unsatisfying, and I learned to regard the business of association as a tawdry thing.
University years put me in a class of students that were only competing with each other during one of the five years' training. After the first year there were were no rivalries - these came back into existence when people got out and entered into business or professional unions. By that time I had settled into solo practice and disregarded partnership.
In later years I found coteries, cliques, and pressure groups in all sports or hobby clubs, but they were small and informal and never raised much ire or interest. I am amused in most of the current hobby groups to see these combinations form, dissolve, and reform in different combinations of ego. It is rare to see organised opposition amongst them, though there are sometimes quite bitter memories held individually.
But let me tell you about THEM...
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