
Texting with my mate John yesterday, I mentioned how he once almost ran John Cooper Clarke over in the supermarket car park in Colchester.
Turns out they got to know one another a bit been northerners living down south. One day JCC walks past my mate’s house, sees his girlfriend in garden and asks after my mate. She explains he’s in hospital. JCC asks for a pen and paper and quickly scribbles down this ode to Johns for him.
Nice innit?