Another Great Man Lost
April 9, 2010 § Leave a comment
The only time I ever met Mr McLaren was outside some big party.
I’d been drinking a lot and I remember the cold night air hitting me and instantly feeling rather erm… odd.
Leaning on my friend Joe he was distracted from telling the event organiser that yes we are on the list and yes we should be let in and to ignore me: ‘oh she’s fine… she’s just on medication for herp’ by shouting ‘DAD’
And as I was having a proper go at Joe for telling some random event person about ‘my HERPES? HERPES WHICH… I DON’T HAVE’ Mr M came over.