One problem with having been around so damned long (besides the aches and pains & club DJ terror dreams) is that there are many people one has a history with. When my dear husband, the Mod Cousin, told me that he wanted to attend the final performance of Simply Red, I immediately went into a rant about what a HUGE asshole Mick Hucknall was back when. The ginger one was roundly despised by anyone who worked at Palladium because he never failed to act like an entitled jackass whenever he would grace us with his presence. No one would have it. As often as he would push his way through the front door crowd and jump over the rope, that’s how often security ushered him back to the outside of the rope and left ... Read More