We would speak most weeks on the the telephone until we didn’t. His phraseology was spectacular!
Charles would throw away lines like old bread.
He referred to the anonymous people he met in the rooms of alcoholics anonymous as ‘The Muckers, the Fuckers and the Amanda’s.’
His views on life were outspoken and his.
He asked me once if I heard the pop sound?
I asked him what was that?
He said, “The sound of yer head coming out of yer arse.”
I miss my old friends.