Nelson Galaxy

I recently received a rather unexpected email in my inbox from my dear friend Busby. He is presently residing in New York on a year long work placement thingy – all games design and software manipulation. His news was shocking; this kind of adventure never happens to him. He is a changed man. It got me thinking about possible future opportunities.

Here is his email:

Hey Nelson,

What’s banging off big boy? You been out on the town yet dressed-up? Stop mucking about and get on with it, or else you’ll regret it dude.

You’d love it in New York. It’s flipping bonkers. It isn’t filthy like London and the people are right friendly. Americans are strange though – have you seen their president? It’s easy to lose your heads in the clouds but one major problem – the pubs are rubbish.

Anyway, I have big news. I have found lady. Yeah – she’s dead special. Her name is Angel and she’s a gorgeous oriental lady. It’s not true what they say about their furry hoop being upside down. I think she’s the one Nel. I love her. I daren’t tell her that in case she runs away. Could you tell her I love her?

Gotta tell ya how we met. I was trying to cross Fifth Avenue, close to the Empire State Building. Stepping off the sidewalk I didn’t look at the crossing sign. I was looking the wrong way, you know how you do when you go abroad. (Remember that time you got hit by a tram in Helsinki?). Just as I was about to get mangled in the radiator of a yellow cab someone intercepted and rugby tackled me to the floor.

I was alive. Looking down I noticed the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She had her arms wrapped around my legs, pinning me to the concrete. As we both lay there she raised her head from my knees and I fell in love. Oh man. My heart was racing Nelson but I panicked – she might think me an idiot. People were stepping over us to get across the road and I said the only thing that came into my head, the thing I always say when I panic.

I said to her, “Do you want to smell my trousers?” You know what Nelson, she nodded and had a deep whiff up of my jeans. And that was that – I took her for a Bud to say thanks and we’ve been dating ever since.

Hey, she has a gorgeous friend Nelson, really stunning; I think she may be a model. Angel has shown her some pics of you and she’d love to get to know you and she thinks your music is the bee’s knees. So get your ass (not arse) over the pond – it could all happen for you here man, it did for me.

Gotta go – Angel wants to do the old in-out-in-out.

Best,
Busby

On the Nelson hi-fi today:
The Raveonettes - Pretty in Black