In the Westbourne with the professor of Irish Rock n Roll, admiring his sunglasses, discussing his book, shooting the breeze, catching up.
Led Zeppelin playing in the speakers.... Cool.
Who the fuck turns up but Jimmy Page. True story, he says did they put this on for me? No it was just one of life's happy coincidences.
So OK. I got to say hello to god and I didn't have to die to do it.
The professor had his eyepod with him so played 'Jimmy Page' by Mary Cigarettes while Jimmy drank his coffee.
Jimmy then cleared up an old bit of confusion regarding 'The Them' and his involvement in a long disputed argument... The professor has the rights to that story.
I started today (absolutely true but I didn't know why) thinking that days like this happen so very rarely ... I then go and meet the most important man in my life musically... scuse me while I kiss the sky.
And now I'm cranking up Kashmir and cracking open a beer... Eat my fucking shorts John Bon Jovi.
I'll leave the last word to Mary Cigarettes on this:
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