Andy Richardson: The global rock star and a case of mistaken identity
We were sitting in the bar, as you do, reflecting on a long day, as I drew deep on a sparkling water – ice and a slice – while the rock star demolished a bottle of red, supported by his guitar-playing sidekick, and while the driver necked his second pint of Guinness.
Through the window of the hotel bar, into reception, we could see one of the staff. She was dancing, getting her groove on, dancing to a tune that was playing only in her mind as she alleviated the boredom of a dank Tuesday night in Southport.