Today I went to a funeral. Not literally. But I did dress in black for it, I did stand by a coffin (in fact two) and I did have a sorrowful look on my face.

I guess that despite the major differences – like it wasn’t real, there wasn’t a body, and that it was filmed under hot lights on a tv set – it was very authentic. And I have to admit, a lot of fun.

It was for Scotlands most famous female comedian, her show. Just 5 seconds of me. But I was so chuffed to be there, I could barely hold it together. When she came over to introduce herself to me, as she did, very politely, I blurted out our whole story of how we were new to Glasgow, and when we first got here we could hardly understand ‘Chewin the Fat’ therefore didn’t find it funny, but now after 18 months, and with re-runs on tv, we find it hilarious, especially the air traffic controllers, and we wouldn’t miss it for the world, and how we think she is so good – even if we have only just discovered her, and the rest of Britain has well since discovered how wonderful she is, and was it her shopping at TK Max on Saturday downtown? ‘Yes?’ aye, well we saw you there then, and yes we love Glasgow and blah blah blah. Barely a breath.

Thankfully she is very kind. And very sweet. And she did participate in my ramble, allowing me at least to keep a little dignity. She told me of her trip to Australia earlier this year, of her friend who was from the southern beaches of Sydney, how she loved it there, and a brief discussion on immigration under the de-facto option to Australia.

The whole exchange lasted about 5 minutes. I was well excited.

When I finished I came home and called Michelle on the mobile. She’s playing golf at Turnberry today, therefore, of course the phone was on answer-phone.

“Guess who I worked with today?”
“Your new hero”
“Who we saw at TK Max on the weekend”
“yep, can you believe it? She was dead nice”.