Blog Fiction

My dad was once in a (rather upmarket) cafe with two of his (art school) colleagues. One of them was Irish and suddenly got excited about something. They asked her what it was and she whispered "That short guy there - that's Van The Man!" and pointed to the man in front of them in the queue. The other one, who's quite a famous photographer and a rather eccentric man, went up to Morrison totally unaware of who exactly Van The Man might be, quickly shook his hand and said, "Hello, Van The Man. Laurence. Pleased to meet you," and walked away.