Was in Glasgow today with a pal, and as we were making
our way out of a record store/bar/cafe, I spotted a fellow staring
into space near the door, with his upturned bunnet lying next to him
on the chair like a busker or beggar. Ever-ready with a friendly, jovial
"Go right ahead, pal - I never knock back money!") was forth-
coming, just a brief, expressionless glance in my direction.
rather than this rather empty exercise in name-dropping.
tell you about the time I met RIKKI FULTON?