It's not too many years since I could work all day, go clubbing until the wee small hours, be back at work the following morning in a reasonable state of coherence and do it all again the subsequent night, night after night after night.
Things have changed it would seem!
I was up before 6 yesterday morning and driving through rain and thick fog to work by 7, the day was a busy one with a few customers of note causing disruption and despair among the ranks and then it was home and time to drag oneself into some semblance of elegance to attend the local golf clubs annual prize giving 'do'. At this point my minute by minute plans began to unravel somewhat. I left work to find a seagull or more probably, seagulls, plural, had deposited mounds of something unpleasant on my windscreen (a common problem in these parts) in such large quantities it had to be 'dealt with' before I could move off the mark!
This entailed rapid ferreting in the boot to uncover the ice scraper that had not been unearthed since last winter, whilst attempting to hold my phone on my shoulder and converse with PG who was calling to say he had got his times incorrect and I had one hour to get home, get elegant and be out, bright eyed and bushy tailed!
Arghhhhhh. I dropped the phone, which skidded worryingly down the bonnet of the car and bounced along the tarmac and at the same time, distracted, I scraped the window with some vigor, forgetting that 'seagull' contains a proportion of sand which is of course abrasive, and annihilated my windscreen, rendering it covered in scratches and likely requiring replacement! The phone thankfully survived it's tarmac dance but I was by this time not a 'chilled and ready for partying person'!
So home I duly fled, eyes peeled through scratches for any signs of a gatzo, now was not the time I needed to be dealing with over effusive members of the local constabulary issuing SP30's with wry grins on their faces.
Journey achieved without further incident I had half an hour to fall into the shower and become decent! I made it, harassed and hungry but I made it and off we went to this function that if I am honest, the thought of which did not fill me with inspiration.
Small town golf club, blue rinse brigade and much back slapping and guffawing was what I envisaged with my city mentality, how wrong was I? Golf in Scotland is in the main not as elitist as in other parts of the UK and I should have known better. What a night! The Scots, I have to say, know how to party!
I am ever thankful, that in a small town where everyone has known everyone forever and 'incomers' are not always welcomed I have some good friends and have rarely suffered discrimination despite the slightly dubious circumstances that bought me to these parts. Yes the 'north/south jokes' are always in evidence but it is mostly in fun and on the odd occasion it isn't who cares?
The night was a memorable one, marked by the fact that the club chairman, a local dignitary and peer of the realm, forgot that he and his good lady where to preside over events and fell through the door an hour late looking marginally disheveled and causing those catering the evening some degree of stress, while they maintained the quality of the hot fare on offer as we waited!
Do peers of the realm not employ P.A's to remind them of these things?
And so..........an hour or two of good food, average speeches and presentations over with the fun began in earnest. The second memorable event of the evening was that PG was persuaded to dance, PG does not as a rule engage in this activity for anyone or anything but happily inebriated beyond normal constraints he became remarkably unstoppable! The night wore on with good conversation, much alcohol induced madness and general good feeling until at 'something past civil o'clock' people began drifting off into the foggy night.
I, as regular readers will know, am tee total and am required at such events to offer a 'taxi service', last night however everyone seemed to have made their own arrangements thankfully. I had by now, been 'up and at it' for almost 22 hours and was beginning to fade! All that remained was for me to drive home and steer PG into the flat, a task that is not assisted by the slippery metal stairway that is the only access to the property. On this point PG amazes me, he has a somewhat impressive capacity for alcohol despite only drinking a few times a year nowadays. I will not embarrass him by divulging quite how much he can consume and still remain upright but whilst progress was a little slow, it was good humored, if noisy...... sorry to our neighbour for any disturbance caused.....and we fell laughing through the door to the relief of Ditto who was ready for a late night/early morning snack!
And it is here I concede......... I can no longer party night after night after night! This morning, despite my not drinking I am most definitely not at my best and the fact that I had the forethought to take a days leave from work today is something I am extremely thankful of.
PG incidentally is still sound asleep, plans of 18 holes abandoned...... though in his defense he does have to work a night shift tonight!
The night was only incomplete in one aspect......
not one single kilt clad man was in evidence, unusual at these functions and
most disappointing! Tsk! :o)