Then Bob and I met up. He’d written something the Boomtown Rats had turned down—which shows you how good it was. He turned up with this half-baked song and played it at me, and every time he played it, it was different. He had the basic lyrics, except his original version was, “There won’t be snow in Ethiopia this Christmas,” which, even for him and his rubbish timing, doesn’t fit. You can’t make that scan.
