Pleased..no…thrilled…to learn that our old mucker Nigel Hamilton is talking, eating grub, and aware that (even though he appeared to be asleep most of the time I was visiting him) he has been able to report back that Id popped in. Eyesight appears to be shot, though, as hes confusing Elizabeth Ann McCann with the former music columnist at the News letter, Robin Greer. Mind you, claims of poor eyesight are nothing new, as I always got to drive the damned van so Nigel could a) have a drink and b) claim poor night vision. Chancer. :) Personally, I think hes ripping the piss out of Betty. Nigel and I had this thing going where the rest of the lazy buggers slept, I drove, and Nigel and I talked shite, for hours. If I didnt answer, hed know I was asleep at the wheels of steel, and slap me about a bit. As a result, our van never skidded off a road, through a motorway safety barrier, or over a cliff. So during those 400ams, Nigel and I talked a LOT of shite. Philosophy, literature, art, music (naturally), history and all manner of bollocks….we covered it. So when I visited him, I reprised and reversed our roles, with me talking shite about the new Beatles BBC album, who was the best drummer in THAT band (he raised his arm when I mentioned Paul), and the state of Cowells pox on the face of popular culture in 2013. (did he raise two fingers?) Not sure how much was going in. Itll be interesting to do a quiz when I revisit him. If I mention Simon Cowell…how many fingers? Anyway, hopefully his recovery has begun, and its a get well soon, mate from me, the three other lazy buggers he shared a van with for two years, and the wider NI music community.
Posted on: Fri, 15 Nov 2013 21:11:38 +0000
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