Do you remember where you were and what were you were doing at the very moment when you heard that Mark E. Smith of the Fall had died?
I do, and now I’m writing it down so I won’t forget. I was having lunch in the Thai Patio Restaurant, 5273 Hollywood Boulevard, in LA’s Thai town, and I was sharing a plate of boar in chili sauce with my pal Anthony, and the news alert came up on his phone. The boar stew looked like this, and it was pretty good:
We drank some beer in honor of Mr. Smith. I was going to say, "It’s what he’d have wanted" but I don't suppose he'd have given a toss either way, and we’d probably have drunk it even if he’d still been alive.