Several years ago (I’m really can’t
remember how many years it’s been) I stumbled upon a group of cantankerous,
opinionated, loud, self-indulgent, booze-swilling, music-loving, breast-beating
folks — on the internet — and it was immediately clear to me that these people
were Kinks fans.
It was like finding the cousins you didn’t know you
had.
You, then, dear Neil, are most likely the cousin my parents forgot
to mention. It was so good to be home.
Thank you for your years of
service to the family. We truly are a loopy bunch, extending (so I’m told)
outward from Muswell Hill, throughout Europe, across the pond into North and
South America, across the OTHER pond into Asia, south into Australia (where they
surf!) and God knows where else.
