Would you like some advice,
my non-existent readers? If you go out - let’s just say you went to a Foo
Fighters gig at London Stadium - on a Saturday night you cannot, no matter how
hard you think you are, no matter how good you still feel when you get in, go
bootsailing (or yardsailing or whatever) at half six on the Sunday morning. And
if you do ignore this and decide you can do it – don’t get in until gone 1am
because it took over an hour to get out of West Ham football ground and decide
‘fuck it, I’ll just stay up’. Not that I’d ever do something as stupid as this,
this is a purely hypothetical argument (oh and they covered Under My Wheels AND
Under Pressure. performed ‘Jump’ by Van Halen to the tune of Imagine then went
straight into Monkey Wrench - it was epic).
So now I’m going to try and
talk about something when I have almost no memory of that thing, some of the
things I say may – MAY – have been made up. Background is being provided by a
neat hardback book celebrating 200 years of Frankenstein, it cost me a pound.
So are you sitting
comfortably? Because I’ve had 20 hours sleep…
