Entry for 17th August, 2008

I did not make myself popular in Crieff by pointing out that we are now getting to an age where, with each passing year, there is getting to be a chance that one of the nine of us will not be there the following year. My friends apparently thought this morbid. I tried to point out that I was just being a realist and that my observation should encourage us all to grab life with both hands and kick the living hell out of it while shouting "I love life damnit!".
This did not cut any ice.
There may be one less of us there next year, but I suspect that will be because I will not be invited back. I will come anyway. I will dress up as a ghost, and like Banquo I shall appear during the Friday night curry. I will point ominously towards the nan bread and then leave shaking my gory locks.