It’s nice to be nice, so I thought I’d dedicate today’s nonsense to a few people who deserve a big thank-you from your humble columnist. (And I am VERY humble, dear reader. In fact, see when I die, I’d like the word ‘humble’ put on my statue…)
I’ll start with Robert Robertson. Nope, not the former host of Call My Bluff (there’s one for the teenagers). I’m talking about the lead singer of upcoming Scottish pop/folk band Tide Lines. Can’t claim to be a big fan (I’m more of an Engelbert man, as you know, and the only “tide line” I’m familiar with is the one I used to leave around the bath on a Sunday night), but I owe Rob a debt of gratitude after last Saturday’s guest appearance on Off The Ball.
You see, folks, about 10 years ago I hit a deer while I was driving and the damage to my car was enormous. Sure, the money I got from selling the venison and the novelty hat rack covered the repairs bill, but that’s not the point. I still get Vietnam-style flashbacks to that terrifying incident every time I’m crawling along a country road and, with Rob being a Fort William man, I thought he might have some good advice on how to avoid, ahem, gatecrashing any stag parties.
