Hurrying through Brisbane airport the other night I heard someone calling my name. I looked around quickly but recognised nobody and hurried on, assuming it wasn't aimed at me. Then I heard it again and looked around a bit more closely. A former colleague hove into view, much heavier than when I saw him last but he's had major financial issues and life hasn't been easy for him these last few years. He has easily added some 30 kilos, if not more, and looked positively unhealthy.
Then, a couple of nights ago, while I was finishing off my nightly phone call to The Handbrake, I turned a corner in Townsville and saw a familiar looking young woman unloading a 4WD outside the motel I'd already checked into. She was stacking no end of baby-stuff, pushchairs and other infant paraphernalia, onto the motel's luggage trolley and simultaneously trying to stop it from rolling off the pavement into the side of the car. It was quite funny to watch but all the more so since I actually knew the lady concerned. I rang off and offered my assistance. It had been 18 months or more since we'd last had a chance to catch up and we ended up getting through the best part of a bottle of wine before I headed for my room at 11.30 which was just as well because I had to get up next morning at 4.30 to catch another sodding plane.
On a sadder note, one of the chaps at a nearby work-place went to the doctor's with a bad stomach ache a few weeks ago. He was buried last week. Yes, the big C, the discovery was far too late to do anything about it. In his mid 50s.
You never quite know what's round the corner, do you ?