If you know my songs this probably sounds a familiar story – I get talking to someone who turns out to be Bob Dylan.
That’s the song The Ballad of Bob Dylan. Now in a new twist, crime author Andrew C Ferguson (he’ll love me calling him that) has penned a new story.
Me and Bob Dylan: Or, a case of mistaken identity
I wasn’t absolutely sure until he spoke.
‘Excuse me,’ came that voice like sand and glue, ‘Do you know if they stock fresh turmeric?’
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I have to say, the chances of coming across the Greatest Living Songwriter in the fruit and vegetable aisle – or indeed, any other aisle, up to and including the meat counter – of our local branch of Morrison’s, might seem astronomical. Indeed, you might consider all of this a tall tale, and I could hardly blame you.
And yet there he was, as large as life, and looking for fresh turmeric.
‘They did stock it for a while, but I’ve not seen it recently. Not much demand for it in Glenrothes, I suspect,’ I said, trying to act as if encountering international recording artists – not to say long-term heroes – loitering near the parsnips in a Fife supermarket was part of my everyday experience. ‘Do you use it a lot?’
‘Yeah, for sure,’ Dylan said, suddenly looking animated. ‘Do you know the kind of health benefits they say that stuff has?’
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