21

This is my nephew Craig who has just turned 21.

It's now strange being almost twice his age and having seen him grow up since he was born.

Despite not intending to do so - I became "embarassing Uncle" recalling times from when he was a wee boy. I'm sure he was cringing and would have rather been anywhere else but in the room. Sorry Craig.

Anyway, he's now back home with his Mum after working in London - he had been doing very well working for a gig venue promoting bands and partying pretty hard. Then the credit crunch put the brakes on that arrangement. Currently he's promoting a Carl Barat gig in Dunfermline next month as a result of striking up a friendship with him when he was working in the big smoke, and doing bits and pieces here and there to make a little money.

His birthday was on Friday and he went to a gig that night, played pub golf on the Saturday (finished 9 under par!) and then endured the small family gathering today.

I forgot what it was like for the days just to happen when you were that age.

Just before nightfall I borrowed a petrol strimmer to tidy up the allotment.

Rock and indeed Roll.