You know, every now and then life deals you a setback that makes you stop and think, “is it all really worth it?” That sick feeling in the stomach when you realise that what you held to be a Fundamental Truth turns out to be false.
For example when the reality dawned that there were no Weapons of Mass Destruction in Iraq to justify the allied invasion…
Or when you realised (as of course we all do eventually) that Paul Weller is average rather than a genius…
And of course we will all remember where we were when we heard the Liberal Democrats were just like all the other political parties, prepared to sacrifice their principles for power, and were going to shore up the Tories in a “coalition” government…
Readers, today I have had another such tragic moment;
Plastic Bertrand, the REAL Godfather of Punk, may not have sung on “Ca Plane Pour Moi”.
Just pause for a moment and let this shocking possibility sink in.
Surely this is like hearing that Shakespeare may not have been the true author of his plays?
Without Plas, as his true fans know him, we wouldn’t have had the Sex Pistols, The Smiths, or James Blunt.
Life today would not be what it is. We would still be listening to “Tales from Topographic Oceans” or going to ELP concerts.
So now it seems my whole life since 1977 has been built on a lie.
What next readers? It’s all too much. I can’t go on. This blog is now suspended until further notice.
Next Week: Existence of Father Christmas “in doubt”: Spraying the Rays investigates.