Whoa… hurrah for weblogs
In trying to sort through, format and re-load my static archives, I’ve pinpointed the day (well, I wrote it the day after) I met Neil. Not that he’s mentioned in the post, since he was just a strange drunk Scottish bloke in a kilt at the time. (Also, what a pile of pish I wrote. No, I’m not a fan of dance music, but I LOVE Fatboy Slim. Always have.)
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i remember that night. mark and i were the only sober ones at that concert, because we had to go visit my dad the following morning, so mark could ask dad for my hand in marriage :o) hee.
I remember Del got to see under my Scotland top that night. I was trying to ‘affectionately’ smother him! heehee!
Ian was wearing a tie-dye t-shirt. Yet he still claims not to be gay…
i vaguely remember ian and the tie dye shirt, but i definitely remember you and wee derek getting on like a house on fire.
Heh, great moral crimes.
I guess it is going to take a while for Google to scan the archives.
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