In which I meet a man at a Pulp show who has done something unspeakable

of which he speaks

The Heawoods enjoying the 1980s.
My life was 92% future at this point.

I went to see Pulp the other day, at a big outdoor stage in London, with two friends. I soon bumped into another friend, and then while I was talking to her she bumped into one of her friends, and that guy, who I had nev…