John Walker's Electronic House

by on Oct.27, 2004, under The Rest


It’s my birthday today, and I was going to write all sorts of nonsense about turning 27, and how strange that is, with various ideas that had come to mind during the previous day.

But now John Peel’s gone and died, and I just want to cry instead.

I don’t know whether it’s appropriate or not to link this, but I’m going to. It’s clearly my main memory of him.

I did meet him once, when doing something at Radio 1. He was sat on my stuff, and I was almost too afraid to tell him. He was incredibly lovely. I’m sad.

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