looked absolutely nothing like che guevara and did not even learn to drive until he was fifty years old [he did drive a diesel van though]

…my beautiful friend… min we miss yi brither… yir tickles in the lug wi’ a twisted up piece o’ tissue… or a lang bit o’ gress… ayewiz wi’ that funny buzzy/squeaky sound effect yi’ kid mak that soonded like it wiz inside yir heid.

or that thing yi did when wi’ crossed th’ road at traffic lights… the wee sideways glance at th’ cars… that sudden look o’ panic on yi’r pus… and th’ legendary lang lunge wi een o’thay skinny legs o’ yours [John Cleese nick’d it f’ir th’ ‘funny_walks_thing’ apparently] wid hae mi’ takkin aff at a pace ti’ th’ ither side o’ th’ road… in fear o’ ma life o’ beein run doon…only ti’ hear th’ cackle o’ yir delight & turn ti’ see aw’biddy in th’ cars laughing th’ir fucking heids aff…at me…

…i miss that soond min…i miss that shiter at th’ lichts… i miss loads aboot yi min… me…’the_chist’… an’ aw’biddy else…

…w’iv even written a sang aboot yi’ and yi’r awsome firestartin abilities…wi’ one match!

yi’ll git a listen at the seat soon… yi’ll probably think it’s shite richt enuff… but a picked up a guitar ag’in!

aye the summers cummin’ roond min…

Laters bro…

Lotsa ;o) X