Jimmy the Pink
Jimmy appeared in my eyeline, surrounded by beautiful people, dressed up to the most colourful of nines.
I stopped mid-stride, halting my search for colleagues in the large hotel reception we all occupied. This looked more interesting.
So, I temporarily gate crashed a wedding, between Glasgow and Cardiff Sikh families. Magic fun they were, wish I could have stayed longer, but duty beckoned...bah! :-(. :-‘