Yesterday my mate Arkwright sent me a text asking if the Easyjet from Glasgow landed in the North or South terminal. I told him it was the South and as luck would have it, I was in charge of the offload. He then told me to look out for 2 bags in the name of "Lyndsey". So I did and they went up the reclaim belt first and foremost. I thought no more of it.
Today Arkwright sent me a text saying the reason he enquired was that he was picking up the 2 Lyndseys from the airport as they are relatives of his next door neighbour - and good friend of mine - Ewan.
I had a couple of beers with Ewan last Thursday.
Now he's clinically dead and they're turning the machines off. He was 46 and recently became a grandfather.
'Bye mate.