While sitting outside the pub the other night I overheard a young girl recounting a visit to a friends place. She said ' there was this totally random dude sitting on the couch'. I've never met any 'totally random dudes', in fact I wouldn't recognise one if he stood up in my porridge, but I've certainly had quite a few random thoughts of late. Probably due to the memoir writing. Let me give you an example which just popped into my head yesterday.Twenty five years ago give or take a few months my bridesmaid was helping me get ready for the Big Day. While I was in the shower she decided to iron my veil. I don't know what possessed her to do such a thing, but she melted a big hole in a very expensive and compulsory accessory. It was Saturday afternoon and in those days, the shops closed at noon. We had a look in the phone book and luckily found a lady who sold bridal accessories from her home so off we went.We were so embarrassed that we didn't tell her what had happened and just pretended we were looking around. She had a very suitable veil for $15 and as she wrapped it she of course, asked when the wedding was. 'In about 2 hours' we laughed. We left her standing at her front door with a very strange look on her face. She probably thought we were a couple of random dudes.