We came together again, 50 years after the start, falling
quickly into the roles and relationships we had had together all those years
before. The Idle Hands.
Lunch at Bibendum in South Kensington.
A bloke came up to us towards to end of the meal asking who
we were. If he was disappointed that we weren’t some starry band from the
1960s, he hid it well. A lone groupie.
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