'Sir' David Gilmour upon receipt of his CBE
I am insane. You knew that already, but it was news to me.
And here he is as a virile young man. He used to be called 'Dave' then.
I repeat, I am INSANE.
When ‘Dave’ Gilmour was a young and handsome Pink Floydian, I fancied him not in the slightest. Actually, I think I fancied my boyfriend Kim to the detriment of all else. Kim had shiny curls and a motorbike. No contest really. What was wrong with me then?
Lock me up!
Now that he’s a fat, bald geezer in a shapeless black T-shirt, I find him totally Ummagumma. What is wrong with me?
And he insists on being called ‘David’. Have we ever seen a man look more ‘Dave’, Dave? I think not.
Just a wild guess but maybe it's the way he makes that Strat sing that tugs at the pant strings so.
Beef Wellington for the soul!
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