A.H.W. R.I.P.

No doubt blagging his way past the Pearly Gates as I type, here’s to Anthony H. Wilson, the scene-enabler, poseur, one-of-a-kind, fierce intellectual, lovably feckless dreamer, one-time Frank Sidebottom foil and unique visionary. Such a shame that the city he loved so dearly couldn’t sort him out with what he needed near the end. Still I bet he’ll be having a chuckle about how much these are going for while, as Graham reckons, he tells God how Heaven doesn’t measure up to Manchester.


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