Days Like This
I didn't realise it at the time, but one night, 25 years ago, in Glasgow's City Chambers, my life changed for the better. It was the night I met the Lord Provost Michael Kelly, he of Glasgow's Miles Better fame. It was also the night I told a group of strangers about my hapless attempts at kissing and cookery. It was a wild night, with the wind and rain lashing against the Venetian stained glass windows of that Victorian building. Demons were afoot.
I would love to tell you more, but that would be giving the game away. Instead I'll have to direct you to the site which is a project we're running in conjunction with the That's where you'll eventually find my story and dozens more. It's also where I hope you'll be persuaded to contribute your own story about a memorable day in your own life.
I had some difficulty deciding what to write. As regular readers of this diary will be all too aware, I've used up every decent and indecent memory for content here. I have yet to tell the story of my ingrown toe-nail but one day that barrel will be scraped dry and I may have to go there.
But not yet.
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