A Bit Hazy After All These Years
An old chum from college days came in to meet me at Pacific Quay tonight. We headed for the rooftop restaurant and, in the words of Paul Simon, "we talked about some old times and we drank ourselves some beers". Well, a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon, actually. That鈥檚 what happens when you grow up and become all sophisticated.
In 1986 Kate Caskie was the Editor of our college magazine. She used to amaze me with her ability to sit down at a typewriter for an hour and churn out thousand word articles on any subject under the sun. I, on the other hand, would take days to write almost amusing columns about student psychology or college romance. Kate always had a more serious approach and was also passionate about politics. Of the two of us, I always thought she would be the one to pursue a career in journalism.
Instead she chose to do useful things with her life. She worked for Shelter, The Big Issue and now is Operational Manager at .
We exchanged stories about our families. She told me I looked 鈥渃omfortable in my skin鈥 but wasn鈥檛 cruel enough to point out that I now had twice as much of it.
Then we got to talking about how many of our old contemporaries are now in the Scottish Parliament鈥ither as Government Ministers or Opposition politicians. I couldn't remember most of the people she mentioned.
Talk about feeling old! No wonder we needed a second glass.
