Dear Vince,
Didn’t get to see you on Saturday – shame! Never mind, perhaps next time?
I been reading your book, “Out of Control: The Last Days of The Clash” and I am impressed. Your description of a young man’s hopes and dreams betrayed are very touching and, unfortunately, probably more appropriate to our poor young people now than they were even when you were young with your future before you.
Your prose style reminds me of Ramsey Campbell – one of my favourite authors, “The Face That Must Die” etc. Perhaps you could consider writing more books?
“..Everyone I met seemed to accept all the appearances of reality as truth. Like a giant conspiracy of assumptions that said a bus was a bus. But a bus wasn’t a bus. It was an obscene red metal object that moved down the street carrying blank faces that had come from nowhere and was going absolutely nowhere. I would try and explain what I was feeling to my mates but a proper exchange of ideas never really happened. I got back from them what I always did. Either complete avoidance or non comprehension…” From page 11.