Goodbye, my friend

The long weekend is finally here. We’re all on holiday until next Wednesday. That is wonderful, my friend.

Now, I don’t know if you are travelling this weekend, or if you’re simply staying in town and loitering in dingy bars, like I am.

There is even a cricket Test on, wonder of wonders. Sunshine will be absorbed, liquour consumed and laughter will be had. Good times, all round.

I just thought I’d take this opportunity to wish you farewell. Over the last couple of years, I’ve lost a few friends – some to illness, too many to traffic accidents. In all these cases I never got to say goodbye.

I know you’re impatient to get where you are going. I realise you are in a rush. We all are. But if that means taking chances at traffic lights, or failing to stop at intersections, I don’t think you’re being fair to me, friend.

I don’t need you overtaking on a blind rise. It’s not necessary to try and beat anyone, this is not a Formula One race. Indicators are your friends, yours and other drivers’. And talking on the phone? Please, just don’t.

I say it’s all unfair because we still have a long way to go. Small things like trying to beat the amber light are gonna prevent us from seeing our kids grow up. We have far too many more drinks to have, bra. Put that last one down and go home, or at least leave the car and take a cab.

I still need you, friend. So does your family. I know you have also lost family and friends in a car crash, and many more will lose their lives just this weekend.

We’ve all lost someone, my friend.

Don’t let that someone be you.

Have fun.