If you slag off the Eagles

J D Souther
"where's that Manuel,
I'm gonna kick his fat ass..."

...then you can expect an EAGLE at your door. Or at least the guy who helped to create them and wrote some of their biggest hits, J D Souther. On Thursday I wrote about how the music at work can from time to time, drive me ever so mental. I finished with,

"You will find me in the corner rocking from side to side with my hands over my ears babbling about the Hotel California..."

So there I was on Friday morning having a crafty smoke outside work when I came across this rather lost looking American chap. I knew he was American before he spoke. Men in their 60's from Belfast cant pull off that "cool and interesting" look. It's all flat caps and moustaches and hip problems. He couldn't find the front door which I found amusing as he was standing beside it. Those kids really did smoke a lot of fun stuff in the 60's and 70's. He introduced himself, which meant nothing to me, and we had a brief conversation and a shared a laugh about something and nothing. I then directed him to where he needed to be and thought no more about it.

Ten minutes later he was being interviewed for a radio show and I was standing there agog as the interviewer rhymed off his hits and career highlights. It left me wishing I'd slagged off Slayer in my final lines on Thursday. I should add that I was also interviewed on the radio today too. (not blog related)

But I don't want to talk about it, speak to my agent if you need anything....

Guardian last week, radio this week, it's the big screen next for Manuel......