Being thrice divorced and a sixty year old biker . I should have lots of bitter sweet memories of lost loves and dead friends. When I think back . All I feel is joy and warmth.

To all the women and all my dead friends. I love you still and wish you the best this Christmas, wherever you are xxx

It never rains but it pours.

Just checked FB to discover mi old mate Hairy Dave has just popped his clogs.

Worst thing about getting older ,,,, ya know more dead people.
                                                                                                                                                                             

I remember when I was  5 (yes I have a good memory, can remember my 2nd birthday, going to see jaws when it first came out, even remember what I had for tea before we went, cauliflower cheese and even then I was only 4 years old) anyway, as I said, was 5 years old, and woke up in the middle of the night about 2am on christmas day, could see this hugeee silouhette of someone in the middle of the room, I thought it was santa and tried to force myself back to sleep, 20 minutes later I still had a peep and it was still there, turns out to be one of those big inflatable punch bags that my parents had bought me as a xmas present.

Also remember getting drunk on that horrible yellow drink advocaat, used to love it but can`t stand any drink anymore, was sick all boxing day.