I was in the Street End that day. I was 18 with no brains and had a boss time. I think I remember we had a bit of bother having a pint in the Blue House beforehand but I can’t recall anything of note otherwise.
I’m sad that he’s going and I believe he deserves to be at the parade.
I’m disappointed that he chose to go but I’m not getting pissed off with him. Sometimes we take a gamble on change - I know I did it a few times when I was younger.
I want him to stay and I feel sad, not angry, that he’s moving. He’s given us so much enjoyment that I can’t be angry that he, a young man, wants to try something different.