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
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.