I have a photograph of Sam Hunt. I took it looking up at him from the floor.
My jaw down by my camera, and me in awe of it all
It was about 20 years ago and I had been reading his words for at least 10 years then – I had met him briefly outside the pub in Hastings where he was looking to cadge a fag after reciting Baxter and quoting lines from Dylan, Lou …
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