I am sure my old friend Jim Haynes (Letters, 15 May) will not be surprised to learn he was not the only American living in Edinburgh at that time who was said to be an agent of the Central Intelligence Agency.
There were the odd occasions when I felt like putting my hands in the air and confessing to my accuser that, indeed, I was. Adding, having admitted the truth, I should now have to kill them. To this day some friends still find it amusing to make this accusation at me.
I wish Jim every luck with the two productions he is bringing to Edinburgh for the Festival. Could I suggest we get together to write a joint letter to Langley, home for so many years of our supposed place of employment, requesting director John Owen Brennan to pay our pensions. These are seriously overdue.
Then, I am reluctant, because I well remember at the age of 15, before arriving in Scotland, James Jesus Angleton briefing me. He said I should do it for my country and the shirt. On second thoughts, Jim, let’s do it for the pension we both so richly deserve.