Young and slim, old and fat, and bent and ancient... and in amongst them where did I fit in? I never have fitted in, really. I have always been an outsider. Does everyone feel like that? It doesn't seem so. Never clubby, defiantly not a team player even though we are all supposed to be so. Collaboration is my nightmare, really, having tried it and found it such hard work. Ever the loner, the oddity, the strange one; and here again today in Henry's in Dundee, alone, and fine with that, even though my lady was never far away, of course. An hour of solitude among the young and slim, old and fat, and bent and ancient. And where did I fit in? I didn't, and that was fine by me.