VIVIR SOLO CUESTA VIDA

Roger Waters only deigned to speak to me after we’d spent the best part of six months studying at college together. One afternoon, as I tried to shut out the murmur of forty fellow architectural students so that I could concentrate on the technical drawing in front of me, Roger’s long, distinctive, shadow fell across my drawing board. Although he had studiously ignored my existence up until that moment, Roger had finally recognised in me a kindred musical spirit trapped within a budding architect’s body. The star-crossed paths of Virgo and Aquarius had dictated our destiny, and were compelling Roger to seek a way to unite our minds in a great creative adventure. No, no, no. I’m trying to keep the invention to a minimum. The only reason Roger and had bothered to approach me was that he wanted to borrow my car.