Shine on you crazy diamond

A Tribute to Scotty

Ever since year seven chemistry it was apparent that he enjoyed playing with things that shouldn’t be played with and mixing things which shouldn’t be mixed. At the end of year thirteen this unusual affection for pain and discomfort was demonstrated with his construction of a cattle prod made from a camera flash and some wires which he used as a staff for his Gandalf costume. And I suppose that had i pondered then upon which of my contemporaries might end up in a specialist burns unit for weeks having set themselves on fire he would certainly have been among the chief candidates. And so, when we turned up at his house in cambridge the other week to be greeted by gallons of ale and the smell of roasting pig, it was not with too much shock that we learned he was in hospital, I suppose it was going to happen eventually.

If it’s any consolation, your twenty first birthday pary which you missed was a really unusual event. The five of us from school didn’t know any of your other friends, we mingled a bit but spent most of the night sat in the back garden and got horrendously drunk before being entertained by your kittens who are very sweet. The roast pig was excellent. Get better soon dude, in the words of Pink Floyd, shine on you crazy diamond.

: 14 Aug 2006 21:03 |  Comments (0) |  Report a problem