You may remember back in February this year that I got back in touch with my best mate Jim from childhood.
We used to play together, eat together, occasionally get in fights together, started going to the dancing together .. You get the idea!
Jim was a Rangers fan and I was a Celtic fan, we still are, something’s change but your team remains your team forever.
Did it make any difference when we were growing up and some bigger boys tried to steal our ball?
Did it heck!
We ran away just like everyone else!!
Anyhoo Jim and I lost touch when we were about 20, life just seemed to get in the way and back then we didn’t have mobile phones or Facebook.
When I contacted him I was going to see The Stranglers who were the first band we saw as kids.
I wondered if he was going, but as it turned out he was going camping with his brother Tommy up to Tighnabruich were we used to go as kids, cycling from Dunoon on a 30 mile journey along a few mountain roads and around the hilly coastline that would challenge the Tour De France with our fishing rods on the bar and our tents and gear on our backs, including a load of canned food that my mum packed for me.
The thought of it!! 🙂
I can remember listening to The Stranglers and The Sex Pistols, pogo-ing round the campfire on the beach and slagging Tommy for his love of Elton John.
Back in Feb, Jim said that I’d be welcome to come along another time.