WHEN pension figures start to look interesting, it’s a sign you’re getting on a bit.
Another is bumping into old colleagues more regularly. At funerals.
Just over a week ago I attended the final farewell to veteran Irvine Herald hack, Lex Brown. A local legend, it was the closest thing – as someone remarked – to a state funeral the Ayrshire town had seen.
This week, I’ll be among the crowd seeing off that doyen of Scottish motoring writers, Malcolm McDougall. The hearse driver had better be good – ‘McDoug’ never was a tolerant passenger.