Ah, this is more like it… it’s late in the evening at the rock club and the old hero of rock takes the stage and through a cloud of smoke and stale alcohol fumes belts out a tale of lost love and heartbreak, and everyone in the place is just drunk enough to start weeping “Oh my god, this song is totally about me” and have another beer. Which makes it a pity, really, that he’s actually going to come on the telly early on a Thursday evening just after Eastenders, or Dima Koldun if you prefer that kind of thing.
Eric Hawk… plastic fork.