Things Ain't What They Used to Be

Ten years ago today I was partying hard along with fourteen others in a very large house in Dunoon. We were there for a few days to celebrate the first of our friend's fortieth birthdays. I don't think I was completely sober the whole time we were there and I was not the only one, a shit load of drunk was consumed. It was a good few days which culminated in an excellent dinner party when we all put on our posh togs, most of the guys in kilts, I think that I could still fit into mine then.

My abiding memory though is of a song that nearly ended in murder! Our mate Gav is a bit of a muso and brought his guitar with him. At this point he was going through a heavy Ryan Adams/alt country phase. No bad thing I hear you say. No it isn't but not all the time and certainly not the same tune belted out for the hundredth fucking time at full volume when all you want to do is sleep as you have been up drinking 'til around nine the morning, and just want to fall asleep preferably not to the refrain of "hey mama rock me" song by some out of tune drunks. At one point I was seriously contemplating getting up again, going down the stairs and ensuring that there would be no more sounds coming out of that guitar for the rest of the break. The only thing that stopped me was the fact that I was unable to get myself out of bed and eventually passed out to the strains of the cacophony coming from downstairs.

Oh, how times have changed, today we are off for an overnight, only the four of us, the old git, his better half , Lynn and I and I for one are looking forward to a good meal, some alcohol and bed at a reasonable hour.

Happy birthday Coke.

Below is the offending tune that I can now listen to with affection rather than anger, only just mind.

Old Crow Medicine Show - Wagon Wheel