Last week I was at the funeral of a band member of the 60s group the Fortunes. We carried his coffin out of church to a recording of one of his biggest hits. It was a touching moment, however the irony wasn’t lost on me as the song was, you’ve got your troubles I’ve got mine. It certainly makes you count your blessings.
From an area where we are known as 'wooly backs' and if I were sober, I would be offended, but sadly I'm not, but my revenge will come later once I regain my equilibrium--------------it's been a hard weekend