Where have I been?

My Aunty Denny

On Friday the 13th of March 2015 I went for a meal at Annaya’s Indian restaurant in Helensburgh, with my brother Andrew. I’d gone for a couple of beers after work before heading back, so when we got to Annaya’s at around 8pm I was in good spirits and ready for a slap up feed.

When we entered the restaurant I was happy to see my Aunty Denny and Uncle James sitting down the back, so I asked the waiter if we could join them. He showed us to the table right beside them and the banter started before we’d even taken our seats.

“Och! Denny, they saw us!” James laughed. “Shush, you!” She said back to him.

Aunty Denny and Uncle James had always been a great double act. When I was younger I used to get quite stressed at the way they constantly tormented each other, but it became a source of great entertainment over time and I loved the comedy of it when I was in their company.  We spent the next hour or so laughing and talking as we ate our meals and I was so glad we’d happened upon them on the night.

They were finished before Andrew and I, and, after a bit of fuss over not being able to find her scarf, Aunty Denny came back from getting her coat to give us £30 towards our meal. I immediately protested, saying it wasn’t necessary, but she told us that she’d won big playing bingo earlier that week and wanted to treat us.

She’d always been a fan of bingo. I remember when we went on family holidays at caravan parks or Butlins, Aunty Denny would waste no time getting stuck into the bingo halls. I never knew she still played it, but her winnings were impressive.

It was such a kind gesture for her to share her windfall with us and I gave her a hug and a kiss as she left. James was already at the door, eager to get to the pub and going “C’mon you!” Denny scoffed and theatrically rolled her eyes as she went off to join him, waving us goodbye as she went out of the door.

That would be the last time I ever saw her.

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The legend of Captain Fork Beard

Elisha helps Jason to make pirate money.

A couple of weeks back I had to help Jason with his “take-away” homework, which consisted of pirate related project work divided into three parts. He’d already done the first task, making a flag, so I had to help him make pirate money and help him write a story about his pirate, Captain Fork Beard!

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The tale of the Sugar Boat

The wreck of The MV Captayannis

On the 27th of January 1974 in the midst of a raging storm, the MV Captayannis sunk in the River Clyde with its cargo of sugar. The crew were rescued, but the ship itself could not be saved after rolling over onto her side on a sand bar. I was about one and a half at the time, but somehow I can vividly remember being taken down to the shore by my uncle and grandpa to see the wreck in the days that followed the storm.

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I’m really glad Xmas is over

I had the idea for this poem in early December 2015 when it felt like the festive period had been going on for far too long already. The intention was to sound as if I was being a big spoilsport and hating on Xmas, before turning around to show I was just excited that Burns’ season was upon us.

When I showed it to him, my friend Degsy helped with the wording of the first verse, as the original version was a bit awkward to say out loud, even if it read okay. That’s a trap I’m getting better at avoiding, but here I welcomed his feedback and I think I fixed it.

My target audience were the cronies at Glasgow Haggis Club, so I read it as part of my turn at the first meeting of 2016 and it appeared to be well received.

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