I thought you'd understand... Can you forgive me..

Today, Jim Diamond Died. 

Years ago, along with me mam, and dear departed Suzie, we took a half day from work and drove over to the Burgh for the Fringe Festival and a date with Mr Diamond.  Mater had previously enjoyed him at a small local theatre here and insisted that we should go and enjoy him too. 

Suzie and I drunk pint for pint in each bar we visited before we realised we were reading the map upside down and had twice as far to get to the venue he was playing. 

We made it on time, and were ushered in to  a wee back room in a club - with around 20 other folk.  We sat there entranced as Jim lit up the room with his songs, telling us the story behind the lyrics as he went. It was utterly captivating. 

After the show we headed back out to the bar, and whilst sitting in a small booth we spotted Jim coming in to the bar.  I nipped over and asked if he could come over and say hallo to me mam, since she was such a massive fan. 

Come over indeed, with his friend and join us at the table, tolerated my mater's drooling, Suzie chatter, and my insistence in recreating his greatest hits as I lay back in the booth. 

After he left, the three of us, buoyed by his company continued to party, took over a karaoke in a pub round the corner, until we were asked to leave, hit the MacDonalds in Princes Street and then headed back to the car for the drive home (Mater wasn't drinking)... .

I held my little Sick bag close to me (Himself was well prepared even back then), and mum and Suzie screamed at me to stay awake until I had got them out the city. 

Which I did, and then promptly filled my little sick back, and then passed out. 

What a night. What a gentleman.

Good night Jim.