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constant drive towards fame meant that he spent a lot of time ‘at work,’ as he called his lengthy stay in club after club, and that had started to bug out his lady.
    â€˜She thinks I should be at home with her every night,’ he explained to me as we hurtled down the dark tunnel, the tube rocking from side to side, ‘but how am I to meet people if I don’t make the rounds. You tell me.’
    I had no answer to his question and even if I had I wouldn’t have spilt it because ten times out of ten it is never wise to get involved in a couple’s runnings for the partner in distress only wants to hear what they want to hear, and no matter what you say or reason, their heart, not their head will guide them each and every time. As the heart has no use for reason, the only time to give forth your opinion is if your closest link comes to you for advice or wisdom and you state all of the above. Otherwise it is best to take the fifth on the grounds that you may incriminate yourself and a friendship, and as nothing is worth that, I changed the talk.
    â€˜You out and about last night, Sammy?’
    â€˜That is exactly my point,’ he said, determined to take the weight off his shoulders by talking it through.
    â€˜Last night, there was an all nighter going off down Hammersmith way. I inform my lady that I will be present and correct and that I would very much like her to accompany me. She tells me, that she is sick of my stepping out, that I am just using her for cashola purposes and that if I do not stay in and miss the jam then we are finished. I tell her sure, babe. If that’s what you want. But first I must go out and buy some cigarettes. Of course, once I am in the night air the bug bites me, so I figure I’ll just slip over to the dance, spend half an hour at best and then return home.
    â€˜I reach the club and before I know it I am being approached by two TV people who are wishing to make a film about the jazz scene. We exchange numbers and I am to go and see them next week.’
    â€˜That’s great Sammy.’
    â€˜Not for my lady it isn’t. When I got home I tell her of my great fortune and that everything will be alright. She told me, ‘really’. Then went back to sleep.’
    â€˜So where are you heading for now.’
    â€˜Blackpool.’
    â€˜Blackpool?’
    â€˜Yes indeed. I am off to munch on rock and see the famous lights.’
    â€˜And,’ I said cottoning on, ‘to attend the Jazz weekender that is going off there.’
    â€˜Yes but look, if you see my gal you haven’t seen me, okay? I am considering going invisible over the next few days just to get my head into shape over this sorry state of affairs.’
    â€˜Sammy, none of my business but you have been with your gal longtime and you shouldn’t distress her too much. At least bell her.’
    â€˜Maybe,’ he said with a shrug and tossing a sly wink at the woman opposite who, having followed our every word with great indiscretion, promptly turned red and looked away, ‘and maybe not. I know what you’re saying but she has to learn that I don’t rush around for just my benefit but hers as well. If she can’t see that, why then, what can she see?’
    The train pulled into Kings Cross and Sammy jumped up. ‘Gotta slide, this is my stop. Go well, Mr. DJ man and no whispering in the corridors. I’ll check you at The Unity soon. Know what I mean and mean what I know? Laters.’
    â€˜Laters, Sammy.’
    No doubt about it, our brief conflab had been a pleasant diversion from my own woes and worries but pondering on Sammy The Foot’s relationship got my HQ whirring away and soon I was relating it all back to my present unhealthy condition and wondering what would have happened if I and the First Lady had kept it together, and where would I be now, and what would I be doing, and all those other pointless notions that you fall into