People are always asking me what I do all day now that I have been put out to pasture, or retired, as others of us like to say. Am I not clouded by a sense of the same old, same old? Somehow because we have moved to Mexico for part of the year, people think all I do is sit in the shade with a bottle of tequila by my side.
I mentioned before that the club is filled with more eccentrics per square foot than anywhere else except perhaps a circus or parliament.
February 2011: Eddy the Realtor has returned from his “break-down” holiday at his father’s home back in Canada and appears to have recovered his equilibrium.
“This club is nothing more than a tedious, irrelevant and frivolous waste of space.”
Many of the mems around me appeared to swoon at this statement from the guest of honour at this week’s rightly semi-famous Speakers’ Luncheon. To say the man was just this side of a nihilist would not be a stretch.
I was thinking the other day about my great-uncle Jim, who was married to my great-aunt Jeanette. What a character. He was 60 when he married Jeanette, who was well past 50 if she was a day.
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