Congratulations Gary & Sue

Another wedding. That's two this year. They seemed to dry up for a few years, but now they're happening again. This time two members of the Dive Club coming round for a second time. Just to make this one a bit different Gary, who maintains that he is more Scottish than it sounds, asks that guests should come in highland dress, so it's down to the hire shop for kilt and everything.

And it really does come with everything, though it seems that I managed to drop the bow tie out of the top of the suit carrier while trying to bring it back to the office. Which I only realised with 30 minutes to go before the taxi turned up and no time to whiz into town to buy one.

The ceremony is out of town at a golf course, and it a good one. Not noticeably religious, but you don't expect that in a golf course, indeed it might be rule. After that a good meal and then Scottish dancing. Dancing is not something that comes naturally to me, but there is something splendid about a good ceilidh is that no-one has a clue what they should be doing, and there's normally someone in the next group heading left when it should be right more often than you do. Much more fun than a disco, when everybody else seems to know what they're doing and you don't.



Who should be there with the band, but my old friend John Batchelor. John used to work for us, where he developed whole heaps of the dominant work management system, before being forced into redundancy at about the same time I was. It made some kind of sense for me, though I didn't know it at the time - I was an OK Cobol programmer in a company that didn't want the bother of doing it's own programming any more. John was a guru. He understood how the whole thing fitted together, which given that we relied utterly on the few people who understood everything to inform the plebs, should have meant the bosses fighting to keep him.

But no. John's here with the band, trying to steer the people to the right when they need steering and stepping in to complete a set when someone disappears to the bar instead of coming back in a circle. Great guy. Doing a useful job supporting the band there, but should be doing so much more.