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Last weekend I was in North Carolina attending the Grandfather Mountain Highland Games.
I was there representing the Society of William Wallace as we’ve just launched an American branch of the Society and things are looking very promising!!

While there I was really impressed by how much knowledge they  had in all things Scottish.
Ninety percent of the questions I was asked though were about David, some people had only just heard of his passing at these games and they were justifiably shocked and upset
People spoke so passionately about what David had told them and how he inspired them to go and read not just his books but books he’d recommend to them.
We all knew David was doing this kind of stuff but it’s not until you go over there and see the result of David’s hard work that you really begin to appreciate it.
They had their own tribute to David on the final night of the games, Albannach were closing the show, and before they played we heard David’s voice come over the PA system.

Behold, I see my Father, I see my Mother,
I see my Sisters and my brothers,
I see the bloodline go back through the days of Bruce and Wallace to the very first Scot.
They call to me, and one day I will join them in the land of Tir Na Nog where the heroes and patriots of Scotland live forever!!

You could have heard a pin drop!! The point is David can pop into your mind at any time.

My wife was recently in Florida where she told me she was reading one of David’s books and because he’s the only author that she actually knew it was as if he was in bed beside her reading the book to her!!

That’s a mental image I’ve been unable to get out of my head.

Not long after he died I was at Glasgow Airport working, some of you may know I’m a driver for the Post Office and I was emptying the Pillar Box in the main terminal.

Across from the box is a charity team who encourage holiday makers to part with some cash for worthwhile causes, one month its Oxfam then its Quarriers Village then Barnados but it’s always the same girls.
Anyway one of the lassies, a rather attractive one at that came up to me and asked me if I’d heard about the big Scottish guy that died.

I asked her to be more specific and she explained that she lived in East Kilbride as did the big Scottish guy he was blonde six foot five....... Then the penny dropped, Davie.

I told her that I did in fact know David and we waxed lyrical about him for a while.
Turned out she had dated him as well and she told me a story of her first date with him, he picked her up in this big Mercedes Benz convertible with the top down and tooted the horn when he arrived at her house.

She came down the path but realised she’d forgotten something and turned round to go back for it, as she turned David shouted after her, NICE ARSE!!

She told me she was slightly embarrassed and didn’t expect something like that on her first date, I told her that it was typical Davie and he wouldn’t have meant any real offence.

She made her excuses to leave me and said, I’d better get back or the girls will start shouting at me.
As she turned to walk away I couldn’t help myself, I shouted to her, the Big Yin wasn’t wrong sweetheart, NICE ARSE!! She blushed, smiled and said thanks.

I couldn’t help but think Big David was standing there beside me laughing his head off.

So just beware he crops up in some very strange places.

Ladies and Gentlemen, if you have a glass nearby I’d like to propose a toast to the Big Warmer.