So I took my young friend Elise to a David Bowie tribute in the Highlands the other night. We were sitting there at the bar sipping our whiskies listening to the Serious Moonlight having a conversation about all the Rock Stars that have died recently. David Bowie -69, Glen Frey-67, and Lemmy Kilmister-70. I remarked that these rockers dying recently sort of concerned me.
“Yeah, why’s that Frank?”
“Well because they are all about my age, you know.”
Oh, you have nothing to worry about Frank.”
“Yeah? Why’s that Elise?”
“Because, Frank, you’re no Rock Star.”
She did it to me again! Just when I was beginning to recover my equilibrium, she knocked me off my high horse.