I went out last night, I go out a lot, but last night was different. Instead of my usual haunts I went to whats best described as a reunion. I also went out dressed "tidy" as we say in Wales, that means smart casual. Last night that meant a good leather jacket and a £100 shirt... £100 for a bloody shirt, no I didn't pay that, I'm tight, but it is a nice shirt.
It also meant seeing blokes I haven't seen for years, really good mates I'd lost touch with, been through thick and thin with, and a bloody good laugh.
They had changed, as I have, one now has very short hair, another other has lost his droopy mustache and curly hair, and gained weight (as I have) and sadly yet another hung himeself and I never heard about it (your ledgend lives on Andrew).
It was strange to be talking to someone you last saw 25 or more years ago, his young son I used to push on a swing is 31 years old now and married.
It really brought back some old memories, mostly good, they were fun times, hard but fun. Do I miss the long days, the hard work, eating dinner at 3 in the morning... No not really, but by heck I enjoyed them at the time. I'm going to see them again, sooner rather than later this time. I doubt any of us have another 25 years left.
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