What a week thus far.
Sunday got a call from my boss to let me know that a very good workmate of ours had suddenly passed away! He went to bed Saturday night and "woke up dead" as we say over here. I'm gutted cos I really liked and respected him.
And today, well, shucks it's my birthday, but these songs are for Paul, in my blog-rememberance.
Paul was a Union man all his life, and he and I shared a similar sense of hunour. He also had a great love of old stuff, like old books and last time he was here he had bought a very old walking stick which he carried bravely onto the plane looking for all intents and purposes a mafia hit man with the stick all wrapped up under his arm. I'll miss you very much, Paul, RIP and we'll see you at the big rally in the sky.