And Leave the Real One Far Behind...

Whilst we were over the other side... we were kidding ourselves by wandering along past Harvey Nick, Versace, and Vuitton, we completely let ourselves down when we stopped outside a very posh art gallery, and sniggered uncontrollably at what looked like a box full of badly modelled plasticine men priced at £10,000.

Imagine our delight when we spotted a box of even fewer little plasticine men for just as much money. How we laughed. And then we heard a voice from inside the shop... "I recognise that wee face.... Helen, it is you!".

Oh my god. I looked up and tried to register, I gazed at Si who was smiling in recognition and I looked back, by which time my brain had registered the voice, and I looked closer at the face and recognised B who we had worked alongside 25 years ago!

Many hugs and giggling followed. B and I had worked together running bars and restaurants and he said "I can't think of you without remembering the phone call and I couldn't understand what you were saying because that guy had you by the throat".

More laughing as we remembered the night a chap had walked out the door of Si's bar with the Antique-style cigarette machine balanced on his foot. Quite how he had managed that because it weighed about 30 kilos we could never worked out, but he probably worked for the same gang, who sawed through the doors and stole the safe too.

Oh those were the days....

It was so lovely to see him again, and be able to laugh at the memories, however horrific they were at the time, but what made my heart warm was the genuine affection he greeted us with and the love in the hugs he presented us with.

On another note.... this is the raspberry vodka.... distilled... staight. I think B would have approved. I have so many drink related stories about him