But I thought You'd Understand Can you forgive Me

Aye, Aye, Aye.

Right.

One year, Me Mam, Suzie, and Me went to the Fringe Festival in Edinburgh. In reality, we went to one show, and lots of pubs. And I do believe there was a Karaoke bar involved too, but the least said soonest mended.

There was also a King Rib from MacDonalds eaten in the Graveyard at the West End of Princes Street, and Unceremoniously coughed up into my Sick Bag (My husband prepares me for travel), on the way home.

The Show we went to was Jim Diamond. In a tiny wee back room of a pub somewhere. Can't even remember, so drunk was I.

We were however mesmerised by his voice, and his story telling of the lyrics behind the songs. As we sat in the bar after, drooling about how good it had all been, in walked Jim.

I toddled over to the bar, and asked him if he wouldn't mind coming over and saying hallo to me mam. And come over he did. And sit, very politely drinking soda water for over an hour, whilst the three of us, two of us mortally pished sang his songs to him, and the sober one just drooled on him.

Ah. You can't buy nights like that.