You Can Get there By Bus, From Killermont Street

23 years or so ago, Si was still in the Navy. I was ensconced in a quarter villa in Inverkeithing, surrounded by Madness and Evil Ex-Wife.

Communication was by Letter. No mobile phones in those day. No Emails. Our letters were written daily and posted both in lumps and in ones and twos. Envelopes were sent back and forth with little gifts to make the separation a little easier.

Love, by Aztec Camera was out in November 1987, and during the long months of 88, was played to death by both of us, at opposite ends of the world. Roddys singing eased the separation, sung of the heart wrenching love we felt but couldn't have.

When Si left the Navy the following year (there is only so much howling girlfriend you can take), we moved to Glasgow, and there much to our delight, in our brand new Reeboks, we stood and swayed along with everyone else at the Barrowlands as Roddy sung all our songs.

Tonight, we relived that again. Roddy, you haven't lost it. As a surprise for Si's birthday (Next week), I got us tickets and didn't tell him where we were going until we got there.

Standing there swaying along I was 24 again, lost in the joy of music and the love of my man, and looking around at the accompanying crowd - average age 50, they were all in their 20's again too!




(we remembered the Reeboks, because they were brand spanking new, and in the ultraviolet light of the Barrowlands, we were totally dazzled by the whiteness of them, and spent half an hour standing on each others feet to dirty them)