My view of him, and his view of me, of course. All of the problems solved.
I couldn’t resist a quick look online to see if he was as excited as I was about tonight.
Ah, thank you, Twitter: @johnnieLrocks Soundcheck: done. Haircut: done.
Get your fat backsides down to Cuttings tonight, mofos. #nextbigthing #handsomebastard A man of few words.
I had to google “mofo” and must confess to being slightly alarmed by the result.
Still, what did I know of the wild ways of rock stars? They used an unfamiliar argot that he’d teach me in due course, no doubt.
Could the lessons start tonight? It was hard to believe that, in a matter of a few hours, I’d be in his presence.
Ah, the thrill of anticipation! I had a missive for him in my shopper which I hadn’t sent yet.
Another sign that fate was smiling on me today. Earlier in the week, I’d copied out a verse for him, one I’d always loved, using a Bic Biro.
What a cost-effective miracle of engineering this instrument is!
I’d selected the card with care: it was blank, and the front displayed an etching of a most endearing hare—
long ears, powerful legs and a surprisingly assertive face. It was gazing upward at the moon and stars, its expression impossible to fathom.
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