Some time ago, at the introduction of either caddyman
, or possibly both, I signed up to the Linkedin network. I had a message via this network a couple of weeks ago from an old friend, who I hadn't heard from in around 20 years.
When I was in my early twenties, I worked for a number of years as a blackjack/craps/baccarat dealer at Paradise Island Casino in Nassau, Bahamas (now the Atlantis I believe). One of my colleagues was the chap who's just contacted me. Anyway, to cut a long and boring tale short, there's to be a reunion of those ex-Nassau croupiers who now live back in the UK or nearby, in a boozer in Earls Court (London) at the end of January.
Initially, I got quite excited about this, thinking what fun it would be to see a number of people again after all this time (quite a few people attending will have worked there either before or after I did, so it's unlikely I'll know everyone there). But also, and I don't know if anyone out there has experienced this, I find myself wondering if the march of time and its effects on people I haven't seen in 20 years or more will sadden the occasion. I'm going to go, certainly, and I hope the evening will be more a joyous nostalgic romp with old friends, and less a night of wistful reflection on lost youth (mine and theirs). A pint of melancholy, anyone?
On a more reckless note, in spite of the current economic climate, I have resigned my job and set up my own company (employees: 1(me)), providing commercial consultancy services to Civil Engineering. Thus far I've a couple of clients, the principal one of which has contracted me for 40 hours a week until November 2009. Wish me luck!