Old friends.
I am getting to the age now where I have old friends; people whom I truly haven’t seen for years. And lots of them seem to turn up in Edinburgh in August. Usually in pubs which is a good thing, and I get to see them and chat to them, and shed the years like an old dog shakes off water after a dip in the sea.
I am happily also getting to an age where – like the trampy lady – I seldom bother with people I hate. So – if you are broing, dull and a nasty piece of work, stay out of my way in August. Otherwise, feel free to text me. I am likely to be in the Underbelly. Mine’s a Fosters.
Nightcap
15 years ago
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