Wednesday was dark and wet like winter. Driech funeral in Bathgate Kirk for my pal Andy - heart attack aged 58. He was a West Lothian boy 'made good' - successful builders business - kids through Fettes. We only ever met up in Spain - where he and Bella built a house. If we were over at the same time we'd go for a meal - drink and talk 'til all hours - we enjoyed each other's patter. He played guitar - fancied himself as Willie Nelson.
Last met with Andy in Marbella two years ago. Our favourite piano bar - after midnight - drinks expensive but good measures - good live music. Simone, a black French woman is resident - sings classic blues - occasionally celebs drop in - do a spot. That night Simone says, "Ladies and Gentlemen I want you to give a big welcome to Mr Barry White." We assume its an impersonator - but unmistakable voice - it's the Maestro himself. I'm sitting five yards from him - nearly wet myself. He does three numbers - the last one is, 'Let the music play - I want to dance the night away'. Barry died within the year - kidney failure - aged 58. He must have known that night - very emotional - he really enjoyed performing. Afterwards I realised I'd shed a tear - Andy had too.
In Wednesday's rain I remembered that evening - our encounter with a living legend. I also remembered a proverb, "When the game is over the pawn and the King go into the same box.' Adios amigo.