Ivor started, and looked round, alarmed, and I instantly felt terrible. I realised I shocked him. What right had I to sing this man's songs to him in a shop? I apologised, and said, "You're Ivor Cutler, aren't you?" He blinked and visibly recovered.
"No no," he said, "that's quite alright, quite alright, you rather took me by surprise." He gazed at me with soft yet penetrating eyes. Here was the man who had gone onstage in the middle of sixties acid rock gigs and blown their minds with his words alone.
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When I think of great British contributions to the planet, I think of men like Ivor Cutler.
What a great story!
I got a vague idea who he is.
Maybe so, but you're real familiar with what he represents. No?
No. Isn't he the guy who speaks his own wierd language?
His sort of distinctly British, naturally eccentric brilliance has been a hallmark of your kindgom's best sort of creative contribution and insight.
Lights seem to be dimming, everywhere one turns...these days.
Before long, talent mills and Gong Show wannabes will be the only sources for 'creative' icons.
Then, no doubt, I will surely hang myself.
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