In almost the same amount of time that it would have taken me to get the satnav out, set it up, find the correct postcode, program it and so on, No Longer Grim Jim drove me through to the wild west today to see JJ.
JJ lives in a beautiful house set in nice leafy surrounds, somewhere near Hamilton. I don’t know exactly where, because I couldn’t pay full attention to the road that No Longer took after the motorway as I was trying not to choke on laughter as he defended his political hero, Fat Eck, who once again has put his big foot in things. Every time Eck is on the telly, the future Scottish Referendum ‘No’ vote goes up another 10,000 which is wonderful. I do agree with No Longer on one point, however – that raising the minimum wage is a much better, and more effective, policy than raising various tax thresholds.
JJ and his lovely wife have both been through some difficult physical conditions recently, but despite this he’s always cheerful and positive. He can’t play golf any more, but does manage to swim several times a week in the local baths. He very much praised the local NHS facilities.
JJ, No Longer and myself all went to the same school in Elgin, so JJ got out some old Academy magazines and books about Elgin. Looking through school photos we remembered past times, characters and girlfriends we knew in the late sixties. JJ very much keeps up with news about most of these people – which ones are separated from their second wives, which ones are deid, which one turned out to be a convicted paedo, etc. My goodness – there was one school photo of a sports team, and half of them are now deid!
He showed me a photo taken at an Elgin reunion about ten or fifteen years ago. I recognised JJ immediately, but who were the other two? I couldn’t recognise either of them for ages. I eventually suggested that the middle one was Kodak, and the third chap was someone I used to know quite well who passed away a couple of years ago.
I’ve mentioned Kodak a couple of times in short stories on this blog. I haven’t seen him for forty years and I’d like to meet up with him sometime for a pint, but have lost his contact details. If anyone can help, my contact details are on this blog’s About page.