The Man Who Fell to Earth—with a Thud

It happened in the late '70s, when I was in transition from bright Oxford bags to black skintight jeans and my hair had turned scarlet at the sight of the new band in town, the Sex Pistols. I was staggering in downtown Glasgow with my best boy of the time, Sandy, who had Sid Vicious hair and eyes black with liner and who cut a figure that I was a bit proud of.

We stopped at a close for a quick one, but we hardly got far when _thud!_ a man landed on Sandy and knocked him to the Read more