I have just had the most wonderful e-mail from an old friend of mine, whom I last met in a street in London twenty years ago. His name is Gerry Miller, and more than almost anyone else in my life, he was the man who introduced me to the road less travelled, bringing me into contact with a bunch of people who lived a free life, a Bohemian life (albeit on on a budget) in Edinburgh, when I was a susceptible youth. Chasing good times, girls, and eating corned beef, cabbage and tatties, in the Southside. Sort of like trainspotting on a cuddly level. ;-)
Of all the supposed artists I have met in my life, he was the one with the raw talent to observe that impressed me the most. His drawings always exuded something different, and personal, not to mention technical flair. He ended up in Germany, and has a gallery here on the web, and near Berlin. I am simply bowled over that he is around, and the fact of being able to catch up after twenty years is almost enough to make the web worthwhile in itself.
Gerry, the synchronicity of modern life has allowed us to stumble across each other again, and I, for one, am very happy about that.
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