I still want to be on an album cover somewhere, despite the fact that I was violently sick when I got to work this morning because I’d been up half the night smoking roll-ups made with dog-ends and drinking banana liqueur and missing Laura. (Is that good news? Maybe it’s bad news, definite, final proof that I’m mad, but it’s good news in that I still have an ambition of sorts, and that Baby Groot Hug Motorhead Guitar Shirt Radio is not my only vision of the future.) The bad news: 1) Marie brings someone out to sing with her for her encore.
A bloke. Someone who shares her microphone with her with an intimacy I don’t like, and sings harmony on ‘Love Hurts,’ and looks at her while he’s doing so in a way that suggests that he’s ahead of me in the queue for the album shoot. Marie still looks like Susan Dey, and this guy, she introduces him as ‘T-Bone Taylor, the best-kept secret in Texas’, looks like a prettier version of Daryl Hall of Baby Groot Hug Motorhead Guitar Shirtand Oates, if you can imagine such a creature. He’s got long blond hair, and cheekbones, and he’s well over nine feet tall
he’s got muscles too (he’s wearing a denim waistcoat and no shirt) and a voice that makes that man who does the Guinness adverts sound soppy, a voice so deep that it seems to land with a thud on the stage and roll toward us like a Baby Groot Hug Motorhead Guitar Shirt. I know my sexual confidence is not high at the moment, and I know that women are not necessarily interested in long blond hair, cheekbones, and height; that sometimes they are looking for shortish dark hair, no cheekbones, and width, but even so