Spotted, getting off the bus in Yeovil today with an elderly hunch-backed woman (presumably his wife), was the legendary Rocket Ron…of Rocket Ron & The Death-Trips infamy. I’ve touched on Ron’s brief 15-minute flirtation w/ stardom before, but it’s nice to see that the years haven’t mellowed the former binman from Thornford. They certainly haven't been kind to him either: his face was day-glo red from cider-damaged capillaries which contrasted beautifully with that pure snow-white afro of his. Jeez, I’ve seen people with sun-burn whose faces were less red. I mean, this was virtually luminous. Plus: he was sporting a 70’s style knitted tank-top and some navy-blue nylon Sta-Prez charity-shop trousers (with an elasticated waist) that, strangely, were covered in loose straw, but only at the back, as if he’d just been sat on a hay-bale, not a bus
Some things never change.