Southsiders

A lunchtime meet up with the lovely Toots and the equally lovely Donald. They’d come into town for an exhibition by their artist friend Damian Callan and soon the place was thronged with Garvald and ex-Garvald chums. The SK and I managed however to drag them away for a coffee and blether. Donald was in good fettle, despite having recently split his heid so badly that he needed 16 staples. That’s four more than I was treated to. Harrrummph. And he reminisced about his many trips to the US with young AM, earning money playing in bars as they criss-crossed the country. I do believe he produced a book from his experiences but I don’t think it’s available from the usual outlets. Though if you act quickly you can still nab one of these!