Here, said Johnny Bottleneck. I got this for thee.
He thrust a tangle of wires into my hand. A tangle of wires, a disk and a ballpoint pen.
Bottleneck – I didn’t want to be cruel — you know I’ve never in my llife used anything but a fountain pen, a crosscut pencil or a Berol italic.
I know, he said, but —
They come as a boon and a blessing to men. The Pickwick, the Owl and the Waverley pen.
Sometimes I can be very annoying. Even I realise that.
It were a present from Keith Moon, Bottleneck muttered. Just before he drove his Roller into t’swimmin’ pool. It were iconic moment in rock.
What could I say?
Thanks, I said.
He got it from his pal in t’CIA, insisted Bottleneck. Look. It’s a fookin video camera.
Ah! I replied. Ah!
At last I got it. From now on, I’ll be keeping Bottleneck’s pen-video in my pocket.
Look forward to Willie O’Dea: The Movie.