So….
It’s been a while. Steve still continues to shuffle into the pub after a Wetherspoon’s Safari and will hold court at the bar.
Bless him, he’s a little wee guy of indeterminate late-ish middle age who has apparently been to a lot of gigs. He’s told me about having seen Joy Division, John Cooper Clarke (he’s an encyclopaedia of knowledge of Factory Records gigs) and of his er, appreciation for Tin Machine.
He also seems to have given up farting in the pub. The last year or so has been largely free of sulphurous stenches, despite him announcing earlier this evening “Wh-wh-hat? You don’t like oyster stout? I’ve had five th-th-this evening”.
Here’s to Farty Steve. Legend.