I saw you walking by the other day...

We had tickets for Jim Diamond at the Fringe.

I took a half day off work and mum and me and S, piled in the car and set off.

We parked up and headed for Victoria Street, Preservation Hall, and began our day's entertainment.

We saw the inside of many a pub that day, and eventually reach Venue 45 where Jim was playing. We made our way in to the little back room with 30 other folk, and sat mesmerised as Jim sang his way through his catalogue of songs, and told us the background of their stories.

After he finished we moved into the bar and while I was at the bar getting the next round... Jim appeared. I asked very nicely if he would be so good as to come over and say "hello" to me mam and S, and not only did he come over, but he sat, and drank with us; Listened to the drunken babbling of me and S, and tolerated mother's sober besotted gazes. He must have sat with us for over an hour, and only left when another show was on the way, and after I had given him a rendition of "I should have known better".

S and I were on a roll, we left the venue and started to make our way back to the city centre, via every open bar, until we found a karaoke bar... Ah. What a night.

Our night was almost complete.

But not until we had purchased a carry out, and ate it, a top century year old graves, and then headed back home, and I was very, very sick into my sick bag. Oh my husband made sure I was prepared.

Memories.

Memories make up the story of your life.

Without our memories, we are nothing.

And with memories, we are never forgotten.




And another bright, bright star lights up the sky tonight.