The anniversary of my dad’s death looms large and as a mark of respect my mum and dad’s dear friend Sylvia Morrison cooked up a plan some time ago that came to fruition tonight.
She and her husband Gagy used to have the occassional snifter with my mum and dad in the Theatre Royal Bar of an afternoon. Next to the Edinburgh Playhouse Theatre, it features a host of Playhouse performers’ signed and framed photos.
Sylvia felt my dad, as a ‘Local Hero’, should take his place for immortality, among the greats. And so plans were set in place to gain him a berth on the walls.
My pal, Jim Downie, beautifully designed a tribute to him and whilst this photo can never do it credit it might give you a wee taster to have a look yourself.
On the night over 100 people showed for a fantastic get togetherof family, friends and FCT.
It was magic.
We toasted Pego with an oggy, oggy oggy.
Oy, oy oy.
A nice plus was that his picture replaced Burt Bacharach’s so, by way of an apology to Burt I think we need to enjoy some of his wonderousness.
For me, his collaboration with Elvis Costello is peerless.
Here’s a wee bit…
On the way home we collectively had our first ever Deep Fried Mars Bar. Ria loved it. The rest of us were less dismissive than we should have been.