i used to like the self indulgent crap we used to write when anyone of note
shuffled off this motal coil ...
and now hendrix hicks an hunter are gone ...
there's no-one left of whose demise i would wish to opine ...
and i missed peel and cookie ...
and truth to tell, i still do ... especially john ... today i discussed
the
inevitable loneliness of leaving home and going to uni with my son (now in
his first year) and i told him how much listening to peely on cold winter
nights in my draughty digs in 1976 had consoled me and strangely protected
me in an avuncular fa****on from the realities of adult hell ...
and he looked me in my misty eye and said ...
god dad, you're a twat sometimes
