The visit
I was at the pub when I got the telephone call saying Mick’d be dead by morning, I had to come straight away. I made my goodbyes, said I was sorry I’d be missing the show, there’s always next Bonfire Night. Actually the selfish truth is I was a little miffed that “I have to go, my friend is dying” didn’t afford me any particular special treatment, although I will say that ordering a cab to pick you up as soon as possible to go from the pub to the hospital seemed to occasion a sort of respectful silence, which was nice. I would have found it preferable, actually, to have walked; respectful silence or none, it would have ordered my thoughts a little more. Only, I didn’t even know where the hospital was, although I’d been there once before. Actually, it was quite close to where I w
