A character!

This afternoon I went to the funeral of one of Mid Argyll's most coulourful characters in more ways than one. He was renowend for his choice of tops and jackets. Often he would appear into the Comm Bar wearing a tartan band jacket, or one of these fluffy jackets with dogs on them, or a green snooker jacket. His most famous appearnace was when he came in sporting his late mother's old faux fur coat saying why waste such a warm cosy garment.
He was a retired postie only he kept being called back so eneded up being retired about 17 times! Once when he hit a brace of pheasants and got out the van to get them , he forgot the handbrake and the van rolled backwards into the ditch. The breakdown guys found him lamenting not the van or the pheasants but the bottle of whisky that had rolled down the back of the van and broken! Another time when watching after his grandkids , he went for a snooze, one of the older ones came in with paint on his clothes, so they poured thinners all over it to thin the paint, put the shirt in the washing machine/washer dryer. The first he knew about it was when the explosion woke him up and he found all the windows in the kitchen blown out and kids racing off down the street for fear of getting a row!
He was quite an authority on Scottish dance bands and we would spend ages talking about Scottish music. He always described that the best send off he could get would be with a carrige and two black horses and I joked I would take a photo and he would laugh out loud.
Today I kept my promise and the last laugh was perhaps on us when the two horses carried him down the main street of Lochgilphead past a shop called Fyne Living. That surley made him laugh! Mr B you were a legend in Mid Argyll. I will miss you