“What was?” his curmudgeon friend quizzically asked.
“You know… that song, Stairway to Heaven, was written about those steps.” He took another sip of beer and continued, “Couldn’t keep the kids off the bloody things for years after — damned hippies!”
“Are you daft or something? That song was about a girl – a rock and roll groupie of some sort.”
“That’s right,” lanky continued. “As the story goes that Palmer boy was standing down here chugging pints with his mates when he looked up towards the top and saw this woman standing under the street lamp. She wore a long flowing gown spun from gold thread and smoked cigarettes one right after the other.”
“And how do you know all this?”
“My son went to school with those blokes. He got the story straight from the singer’s mouth, so to speak. Went on to be big rock stars, they did, and made piles of cash playing guitars and dancing around on stage like Mick Jagger.”
“And whatever became of the girl?”
“I heard she opened up a diamond shop in Sky Plaza. Check it out yourself – Lucy something-or-other is ‘er name.”
This story is pure fiction. Resemblance to well-known rock stars is absolutely on purpose.
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