Chapter 18
It was to be Ian’s swan song, his very last gig before hanging up the sticks. We had already decided that Sam Cooper was to be his replacement. He seemed an okay drummer, picked up on the songs pretty quickly, and most importantly seemed like he would fit in. Which is exactly what he was doing then, leaning against the bar and schmoozing with Will and Paul. He was a tall gangly lad, all arms and legs and behind the kit he looked like a giant stick-insect, he had a kind face and a broad grin, and could talk, not only the hind, but all the legs off of the proverbial donkey.
Ian had set up his kit and Nev was sitting on the edge of the stage twiddling with his base.
‘You alright?’ I asked in passing.
He looked up, half glare, half stare, his dark eyes devoid of any feeling; ‘Ye
