THE RAT WHO WOULD WALK ON WATER
Autumn: A light drizzle is falling on Edinburgh. It lacks forty minutes of midnight and most good citizens are abed. A few of the populace wander through the dampness, languidly travelling from here to there. On Princes Street, a knot of noisy young men search for a taxi, periodically collaring passers-by and interrogating them as to the whereabouts of an establishment known as the Astoria Club, where at this very moment Wilko Johnsons Solid Senders are filling a room with harsh incantatory R&B voodoo.
THE RAT WHO WOULD WALK ON WATER
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by Charles Shaar Murray
Bob Geldof Interview
Autumn: A light drizzle is falling on Edinburgh. It lacks forty minutes of midnight and most good citizens are abed.
A few of the populace wander through the dampness, languidly travelling from here to there. On Princes Street, a knot of noisy young men search for a taxi, periodically collaring passers-by and interrogating them as to the whereabouts of an establishment known as the Astoria Club, where at this very moment Wilko Johnsons Solid Senders are filling a room with harsh incantatory R&B voodoo.
The tallest of the party is»getting spiritually prepared for the midnight chimes which will unofficially announce the commencement of the 27th anniversary of his birth. He has, however, soundchecked his birthday by erroneously announcing it 24 hours prematurely, thus insuring two nights worth of free drinks, and only a phone conversation with his girlfriend in London has brought this mistake to light.