Guess what? Back to bloomin’ Camden. But this time to the slightly more salubrious and less sticky-carpeted Jazz Café, where Wheel, DMH and I saw the Bard of Salford, John Cooper Clarke. So here he is. If anything, I’ve toned down his hair slightly.
I’ll leave you with a word from Johnny. A haiku, in fact:
To convey one’s mood
In seventeen syllables
Is very diffic