Mad Eyed Screamer
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The day I met Prince (or he met me....)
I was selling my book ''Morrissey's Manchester'' at the 2003 Smiths / Morrissey convention in LA with my mate Stuart from my publishers and a pal of his he knew from LA.
We pulled out of the hotel to go to the venue and were waiting at traffic lights and a huge black stretch limo went passed. Eventually we turn right and on my right (I'm on the back seat, window down) I see a very large black guy with what looked like a 15 year old boy at his far side.
''It's Prince'', I say to Stuart and his pal who was driving. They both say ''what?'' as the music in the car was loud.
''It's fucking Prince'', I shout, pointing out of the window. The diminutive figure of Prince peered around his minder and smiled.....
I was selling my book ''Morrissey's Manchester'' at the 2003 Smiths / Morrissey convention in LA with my mate Stuart from my publishers and a pal of his he knew from LA.
We pulled out of the hotel to go to the venue and were waiting at traffic lights and a huge black stretch limo went passed. Eventually we turn right and on my right (I'm on the back seat, window down) I see a very large black guy with what looked like a 15 year old boy at his far side.
''It's Prince'', I say to Stuart and his pal who was driving. They both say ''what?'' as the music in the car was loud.
''It's fucking Prince'', I shout, pointing out of the window. The diminutive figure of Prince peered around his minder and smiled.....