Colin Bell
George Best

Foot
ball
hero
sobered up.
George and his Bond Girl.
Two beautiful people and me.
A showbiz breakfast in London's Fortnum and Mason.
Orange juice on ice with a world-class drinker, muesli with Sweden's honey-blond Miss World.
I dressed smart casual, hair gel discrete, stomach sucked in
dreaming of eggs sunny-side up.
We talked of bodies.
After George,
I joined
a
gym.