June 1988 - THE PHONE CALL AT 7 AM
 
PETER WYATT
 
7 am. I just got Abby, my three year old daughter, to sleep. She had
been up all night with a cough. The phone rang, it was Dermott. I
said – “You're up early.”
 
DERMOTT COLLINS
 
“Early? Haven't been to bed yet.” Had to talk to Peter. Meant to talk
to him the first time I done it. Now I couldn't keep it in any
longer.
 
PETER WYATT
 
He was very excited, talking ten to the dozen. I hadn't slept yet so
I couldn't take it all in. It went something like - “Get on
one…strobe flashing…pumping bass…blinding night…sweating
buckets…black and white unity…hugging some geezer I never met
before.”
 
DERMOTT COLLINS
 
He told me to slow down - tried but couldn't. I was at a pay-phone in
Waterloo, still buzzing, waiting for my train.
 
PETER WYATT
 
When a mate phones you up at a strange hour, telling you he'd hugged
some geezer he'd never met before - it's all a bit worrying. I told
him to be careful. When I put the phone down, I looked at my
daughter, finally sleeping peacefully. I thought - yeah there might
be some new scene going off out there - but my world is here.
 
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