was hot as and the heat stuck me to the seat, the dusty air was blown away by the sacred freo doctor.
mother slowed up about three times before really stopping the car. slighty up on a kerb I leant across the dash to kiss her soft cheek, the casino walk across grasses that were over aridly
met Paul Weller stood centre stage in amonst a young adoring crowd of possibly University guys My seat was a close enough to overhear segments, distinctly a well groomed super star was getting down with the people and I felt a small thrill of excitement – man who writes and plays so magnificently laughing about how fluid and very organic his concerts are. He is amazeballs!! WTF! It was too in the end I simply had to leave my spot before he disappeared! Step from the sliding door – gone.
Making certain my travelling bags were ok I puuled out my phone and went up to the very man, my legs are wobbly on a regular basis so I was afraid I might make a scene but thankfully I was purposely going enough to step across to the very person, the man. I simply asked, “are you Paul”? and when he smiled directly into my eyes as his head turned towards me. Being fired up and thinking of my old man back at home on the boat, I then inquired as casually as my voice could, “Paul Weller?” “Yes indeed I am.” Tentatively I held up my Phone up I then asked if I could take a photo. He smiled so pleasantly with his companions and said “of course.”
Such simple moments trapped in a photo. A moment spoken of and enchanting the many English music lovers are told and shown….in a green and different land far away.
As a traveller I read about the Homeless running scheme. what a great idea.
Freo is such an amazing, vibrant town with much happening across the areas