One Hundred

Last night I watched a cool kung foo film with my flat mate and his mates and drank Morgans. I decided I have to stop being a pussy and drink it straight. I actually quite enjoyed it.

It brought on a comforting drunk.

Random memories came flooding back. Which I was determined to remember in the morning.
And I did.

Two things that I forgot:

On my 18th birthday I recieved a perfect present from and aunt and uncle, a bottle of champagne and twister. What a brilliant combination.

When I was 4 and my parents still lived together in a costal town in Dunbar I was woken in the middle of the night by fire engines. I remember it like it was yesterday.
I went through to my parents bedroom and looked out their window and was amazed at what I saw. A beautiful old church was on fire. It was across town but the flames licked high in the sky and I remember pressing my nose against the glass, engrossed and amazed.

Time to shower and go to Mecca - The Cloth Shop.