Radio Gonzo

Me and Wild Man Fischer go back a long way. When I was in my late teens I was living in Bracknell, Berkshire, for reasons that I will not go into here, not because they are anything about which I am particularly ashamed, but because they are convoluted and not very interesting. At the time my favourite reading was the first two volumes of a three part encyclopaedia of rock music, the third volume of which never actually came out. I was a lonely, introverted sort of bloke, and - although I didn't know it at the time - a manic depressive desperately in need of treatment that I wouldn't get for another twenty or so years. I disliked my job, and spent much of my time in a dream world where I wrote and sang songs in my head, because I had no real way to record them, and no prospect of getting one. For reasons that I don't altogether understand, I spent much of my free time sitting on Reading railway station, either daydreaming about becoming a singer in a world where the peculiar songs that populated my head wo