Beep! Beep! I am getting ready to go out to the David Gilmour gig at the Brighton Centre, an invitation-only event which I have been looking forward to all week. David Gilmour once ate the last piece of hardened brie while looking despairingly into my fridge at the end of my 50th or 51st birthday party.
“This place reminds me of how we lived before we made any money,” he said. Still, water under the bridge and all that, so it was very nice to be invited.
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