Meeting My Mother
"Thomas, I'm so pleased you could make it."The elderly solicitor came from behind his desk and gripped my hand."Sit down, dear boy, please sit down."John Smithson had been a part of my life for as long as I'd had a life. I was now eighteen-years-old and had been a household name ever since I'd written a song two years previously. I’d made a complete pain of myself by pestering every record company in London. None of them would even listen to it, much less buy it. So drastic action was called...
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