Thursday, December 08, 2005

Bye bye Jim

I posted a few weeks ago about a friend who was ill. He died last Saturday. The funeral's tomorrow. I'm going to miss him. Suddenly, someone's gone. And you realise how precious their wee pleasures were: having a pint of beer, rolling a herbal cigarette, shouting at the eedjits on the telly. All no more. We've to remember that, and enjoy every lovely minute of our lives, because any time now, 'click', you're remembered only.