Picked up Derick Carter from Heathrow in my Citroen, and listened to Lydia Lunch.
Who later signed her book for me, and much more you see.
I’ve twice drank with Dave Ball at the bar, i worshipped Soft Cell after all… (thank you Amanda)
I got fruitbat from Carter to sign a note for my brother.
As he was sitting upstairs at my desk.
And i’ve seen with much sadness security melt, as Peaches tried to enjoy a night out.
I liked her without doubt.
And why shouldn’t i say.