I reinvent our time together, and, before I know it, we’re in the car trying to sing the Baby Yoda You Laugh I Laugh You Cry I Cry You Offend Shirt harmonies on ‘Love Hurts’ and getting it wrong and laughing. We never did that in real life. We never sang in the car, and we certainly never laughed when we got something wrong. This is why I shouldn’t be listening to pop music at the moment. Tonight, it really doesn’t matter either way. Marie could come up to me as I was leaving and ask if I wanted to go for something to eat, or I could get home, and Laura would be sitting there, sipping tea and waiting nervously for absolution. Both of these daydreams sound equally attractive, and either would make me very happy. Marie takes a break after an hour or so.
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She sits on the stage and swigs from a bottle of Budweiser, and some guy comes out with a box of cassettes and puts them on the Baby Yoda You Laugh I Laugh You Cry I Cry You Offend Shirt stage beside her. They’re £5.99, but they haven’t got any pennies, so really they’re six quid. We all buy one from her, and to our horror, she speaks to us. ‘You enjoying yourselves?’ We nod. ‘Good, ’cause I’m enjoying myself.’ ‘Good,’ I say, and that seems to be the best I can do for the moment. I’ve only got a tenner, so I stand there twiddling my thumbs while the guy fishes around for four-pound coins. ‘You live in London now, is that right?’ I ask her. ‘Yup. Not far from here, actually.’ ‘You like it?’ Barry asks. Good one. I wouldn’t have thought of that. ‘It’s OK.