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Behind the Counterculture #37: Bobby Gillespie

Primal Scream singer looks left and right and waits until its safe to cross

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by Lake, Editor, London for outsideleft.com
originally published: April, 2006
Anecdotes from Behind the Retail Frontline
by Lake, Editor, London for outsideleft.com
originally published: April, 2006
Anecdotes from Behind the Retail Frontline

Mick Jagger impressionist Bobby Gillespie was carrying a pair of  worn out brown Cuban heel shoes in a clear plastic bag. He looked a little tired and stood waiting on the edge of the kerb. A Japanese girl who was in the shop got her camera out and took a photograph from the doorway. After an age he crossed the road. Maybe he was posing for the photo or maybe he couldn't see if there were any cars coming through his lank fringe.

Behind the counterculture is a recurring series of celebrity encounters or near encounters in or close to a West London used book and record store.

Behind the counterculture episodes compiled by Lake

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the first journalism Lake ever had published was a history of Johnny Thunders for Record Collector magazine, since then he has written for publications including the Guardian, Dazed and Confused, the Idler and more recently, outsideleft.com as you have just seen.

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