Sunday fragrant Sunday

A mild version of our night out was depicted in this.

The aftermath of a friends birthday is a  hairy feathery mouth this morning. Evidence also can be seen in the  dry skin, red eyes, palpitations with occasional flashbacks of dancing at a bar. Not on it which has occured in the past so maybe I am more controlled than I used to be.

My old pal Gordon, not known for liking anything other than scuffing around in his battered old leather jacket, jeans and scratched specs. had decreed for his 40th birthday he wanted to go on a pub crawl. What a great idea. Something about the Aberdonian that is happiest in a bar, in a pair of jeans & a t shirt ‘spikkin’ a heap a’ shite’. And I should know I am one.

So 12.30 was the alloted starting time for the gathering of  33 folk who had not been together for 20 years.  We all thought we looked the same. We did.  The eyes were the same but perhaps the surrounding fleshy bits had changed shape a little but all in all it could have been worse.

So the dedicated  started at 12.30.  I am not that bold. So held off til 5.30. By 6 we were in the same place, and you didn’t need to be brandishing a protractor to spot the ones who had started 6 hours earlier,  listing to the left, then the right, then the left again.

What a hoot we had. It was as if we’d seen each other last week. the noise of talking, laughing and hideous stories that were recalled were good for the soul – if bad for the liver.

From bar to bar, halleluiah we ate something too, and on we went until 1am. That was enough. Walking home it seemed a great idea to Skype my pal in Houston, I was with her sister, which we did. Then I got a text this morning to say ‘you fell asleep when you were on Skype last night’.

Nice. Well we were tired, of laughing, drinking, dancing and in need of some shut eye. Though the girl who was with me texted this morning from the train home to say ‘My right eyeball half shut. Who hit me?’ She literally has a shut eye it seems.

Oh well I can take a night like that once every 20 years – but no more. Definately no more than that. Paracetamol and some self control  for the aging crone please……and be quick about it.

Author: AlisonsDiary

Writer & broadcaster.

  • martin forbes

    alison you said you on this friday on eadio is this right.
    Northsound is 30 years old on wednesday 27th of july this year.
    Where does the time go.
    Can you reply back and how you got on with damien mcleod robin galloway from northsound.
    Check out http://www.tv-ark.org.uk check out grampian in vision clips just added kay duncan from 1986 with blue grampian curtains sontinuity studio.

  • Better than a poke in theye with a sharp stick

  • Tlgeorgeson

    eye eye!

  • Mandy! How the hell are you? You sound great. Yes I am doing some Bauer netowkr stuff which is great. I sit in studio in Edinburgh and go out in Aberdeen, Dundee,Edinburgh, Glasgow, WEst and Oban. Funnily enough I am on this Friday. Drop me a line to alison@forth.com and I will do you a request!

  • Mandy Anderson

    Alison Bloody Craig – how the hell are you? Heard you on Northsound last weekend (through a half conscious brain – Sunday mornings ain't what they used to be!) was thinking, sounds like Alison, then (as I came back from the dead) “That is definately Alison Craig – blast from the past or what”. Anyway, lovely to hear you again, even though I did have to cut you off to watch my eldest son play football (when I say watch, I mean, gossip with the other mothers and shout lots of inspirational things at opportune moments when said son happens to look over disapprovingly!! Tracked you down to here so just wanted to say hi – maybe hear you again sometime soon!!!
    Mandy (ex Northsound – about 22 years ago, Ouch!)