Never a Good Time for a Bozy (get your Scottish dictionary out for this one)

Whilst in Scotland we got to visit with an old buddy (in the figurative sense of course), Colin, and ended up at the “Fish”, or Fishermans Tavern to give it its Sunday name. Mark has known Colin from his Aberdeen days and he also has become a close friend of Lisa’s and especially Emily’s as he presented her some years ago with an American Girl Doll – an occasion she will never forget. A night out with Colin is always an occasion to be wary of as you are never quite sure what’s in store. The only thing assured is double digit pints of 80/- “heavy” (ale/beer). Well, this night he fancied that he’d give us some insight into his past and introduced us to his best man (whom he has known since he was 5). Colin’s best man must be quite something and we were not disappointed. His name is Willie and he is the most engaging, gentle man you’ll come across. However he’s one of those guys that can’t keep himself to himself. His quintessential greeting is to give you a “bozy” or cuddle and then proceed to deliver further “bozies” (accompanied with declarations of love) every 15 minutes thereafter – in fact the frequency increases the longer the night goes on. For some this would be a nightmare but actually it was not that bad. To prove it here are some photos.



Colin is the amorous man "bozying" Mark in the next photo.



The evening ended strangely enough at “chucking out time” and we weaved our way back to Mark’s Mum’s house. There Colin, a Hagrid type of stature, had to negotiate a steep loft ladder and clamber into the spare attic bedroom for the night. He looked like he had been transposed to Emily’s American Girl Doll world as he shuffled around knocking furniture over and collapsing banisters. A sight to behold. But then he had the Dundee match at Dens to look forward to the next day.