Feel For You?

It’s summertime in London and all the big acts are coming to town. Chaka Khan played this week. I remember 1978 when she first proclaimed that she was every woman. (Which isn’t true, by the way. I’ve met loads of women and none of them were her. She’s not even every Chaka. Case in point Chakas Hislop, Zulu, Dimas and Pliers.)

But it’s like the time Paul Young said he was going to tear my playhouse down. “Room by room,” he threatened. Never happened. Although I later found out my parents would rent it out when I went off to boarding school.

Yesterday there was a builder standing in front of a poster in the street. One of his co-builders (colleagues? no.) called to him:

“Come on Harry. Don’t try standing there, mate. You know you can’t read.”

Harry walked away from the poster and back over to his friends. “I know,” he said acceptingly.

“Pretty colours, though, yeah?” said his mate.

Thanks for the questions in Jonesing For Content. I will answer them tomorrow, maybe not all but many. Keep them coming if you like.