I went for a drink with Gerry Farrow on Tuesday night. We met at The Blacksmith’s Arms in Quorn.

It has been a warm day so we sit outside under the pergola.

Two pints of Neck Oil.

We talk about this and that but mainly music as usual. Gerry writes beautiful songs. I tell him that ‘The Gerry Farrow Band’ should be playing full time and all over the world. I mean it.

We move inside as the night chill hits. Packets of crisps and dry roasted peanuts.

the raven wears Dior
something that looks like
it was once a poem

Paul Conneally
July 8th 2025
Quorn, UK