August 19 Convoy anniversary to be marked

Daz raised a glass, the single remaining champagne flute.

" To the bugs that are going to lay their eggs in Woodheads eye sockets ".

We all cheered and chinked our hodge podge glasses, cups and mugs. Mine had a picture of Animal from the muppets banging Hell out of his drums. All the colours were faded now. Daz offered me a cigar knowing I'd decline before nodding to Joy and disappearing out back. Banda hadn't made it this year, the new girl he'd hooked up with didn't seem to like us much.

I looked round the apartment and realised it had been a full year since I'd last visited. There were less and less of Woodheads things now, I guess they'd broke or been junked.

" I saw him last month you know, Woodhead, " Joy spoke to the air in a measured show of indifference.

" He tried to buy me a coffee, he's got kids now, 2 girls, he said he was pleased to see me. Asked about you guys ".

" How was he ? " Kat enquired as Daz came back into the room.

" Think he's forgotten all about it all, he was real pleased to see me. "

That would have been the moment to remind everyone of how he'd been back then, why we'd all ended up ferrying Joy and every belonging we could carry half way across town. No one did but we knew it didn't matter now.

My wine had gone warm so I made my excuses and said goodbye to everyone.