(From my sketchbook.)
Its the anniversary of my old chum Anthony today. Four years ago he left us and it seems like only yesterday. we were friends for such a long time and got under each others skin and way of thinking, despite being so different and disagreeing on so much, that I still frame so much of what I see and hear in the context of "what would Anthony think of that?"All my closest friends are different in their own ways, from sexual preferences to political outlooks, but our friendships are based on that most crucial of prisms to view things through;
Friendship and good fellowship.
We miss you Anthony. You went too soon.
We were supposed to be those two old guys sitting in the corner of the pub arguing about all sorts of nonsense; Was the definitive Genesis line-up the one with Peter Gabriel or Phil Collins? Am I a lifelong Smiths fan or technically a Morrissey fan? Was Only Fools And Horses responsible for Brexit? How come David Bowie called to Bing Crosby's house to stand around the piano singing Little Drummer Boy? Did Alice Cooper live next door and he meant to call there? Could the world accept a Doctor Who from Ardoyne?
Same night. Same chairs and table.
Only the arguments change.
Good Craic.
