Saturday we were all in London. I had heard that Mike Gregovic, one of my oldest friends [I remember teaching him Samba Pa Ti when I was 16 or so], a brilliant recording engineer and someone who had fallen on hard times, was busking in Dalston. So far after two years of trying I had not been able to track him down. The odd newspaper article, Facebook pages appeared, a CD emerged. But no Mike. This time as I walked down the ramp to the Sainsburys car park that I knew to be his busking pitch, there he was. Over ten years since I'd seen him, instant recognition and just great. I have a phone number now for him too.
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