Alan Cadman
A bottle of Coca-Cola with a paper straw
I loosen my collar; I’m going to be late. The city is heaving with
lunchtime traffic. Promising me a mind blowing experience, she’d asked me to
meet her in a converted cellar. I descend the narrow steps as fast as I can.
Hideous noises grow louder. It’s not what I expected.
As I enter, the place is
crammed with excited teenagers; condensation dripping down walls. All eyes are
focused on four young men. She squeezes my arm and assures me that, in the near
future, they will be world famous.
I’m not impressed and
reply, ‘Who, exactly, are The Beatles?’
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