Good lord, not wee Gordon H. Long gone now, it's a bit of a complicated story. Small world right enough, you're never more than five people from someone you know. Oddly enough I bumped into wee Mary the barmaid recently at the senior citizen's hang gliding club, still the same old bluddy Mary just with a zimmer now. It was Mary herself that said they should never have let women in the place, had to hide the bayonet practice wall and cut out the Friday brick throwing. Ruined the place completely. No more mongrel pies from Gerry's now either.
For those readers somewhat puzzled by the concept of a French Teacher from a big secondary school running a popular Clydeside boozer,rest assured stranger things happen. Tell us more about your tour, sounds interesting but I hope there's none of that sex &drugs &sausage rolls stuff involved.
Keep taking the tablets.