It’s been over two years since Tom Gowans aka Hippo has posted anything on his blog. Like a thief in the night he has ghosted us all here in blogland and with him drifted the mysterious existence he led in an African bar, with a beautiful African wife and a life recently off the bottle. Tom wrote well and with much humour. He wrote better when he was drunk and his stories were woven around his military service , his family and the exploits of the locals who, I am sure, he was somewhat of a thorn in their sides Tom posted today and a timely email from another blogger reminded me of this this morning. She also reminded me of how much I miss his stories and miss him as a friend For me and Tom are inextricably linked For I saved his life once. The story is an interesting one. One night, no doubt under the anaesthetic which is a good malt, Tom caught his thigh on a thorn in his garden. With true expat chutzpah he dressed the wound himself and got on with things, but the wound festered and w...
