Giles
Let's call him Giles - Farmer Giles. That's not his name but Giles will do nicely for the purposes of this blogpost. I saw him today at the football match I attended in Hull. He was sitting on the row in front of me and even after almost fifty years I recognised him straight away. In the seventies, he was my late brother Simon's best buddy. With a bunch of other kids in their late teens they got into smoking marijuana. They would drive to remote locations in the East Yorkshire countryside to prepare and smoke joints. With cassette music playing, they would get stoned together. It became a kind of exclusive club. This regular use of marijuana changed Simon forever. Instead of the free and easy, cheerful lad my family had known, he became sullen with strange imaginings about his ancestors and God. It was a kind of psychosis that scarred his life right up to July 19th 2022 when he died. Simon always knew best. You could not argue with him. Anyway, following a tip off fro...