Friday 9 November 2007

Wee Jimmy Clark


Jimmy Clark. Gordon Highlander/Royal Marine


Wee Jimmy has crossed the Bar

To have a word with God

“Nah listen ‘ere, Christ Almighty

There’s nae mild on draught, top tables full o’ tossa’s,

An wha’ the f*ck yer game?

Nae, Laddie. I kinnae wear that soot.

That’s fer pufters an posh bastards.

Is the pub open? Who wants a pint?

I’d die fer a ciggie.”

Short silence in the gateway of eternity.

“Jimmy, my son,” said the Gaffer. “You did.”

Farewell Wee Oppo. A GENTLE man to the last.

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