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Just got back from Liverpool where I saw Everton get beaten by Arsenal. Driving for nine hours in two days to watch your team lose? If you have to ask, you’ll never understand.

I am very tired. I was tired when I went up, here’s a picture of me looking tired at the match and here’s something I wrote at 4am this morning despite being very tired, which makes me tired now, having driven back today.

Eric Wasn’t God

Eric Clapton he got crapped on.
Dolly wives with make-up slapped on
were the women he got wrapped on.
Eric wasn’t god.

He was one of few guitarists
I-took-drugs-but-still-went-far-ists,
doors perceptive left ajarest.
Eric wasn’t god.

Around the planet he went zooming,
axe in hand and Marshalls booming,
blind to the disasters looming.
Eric wasn’t god.

Rio, Paris, Jo ‘burg, Devon -
amps turned right up to eleven.
Shame about that Tears In Heaven.
Eric wasn’t god.
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