Summary
To meet Edwyn Collins is to marvel that he is nearing the 40th gig since the illness that almost cost him his memory, and to admire the bond with partner Grace Maxwell that supports his journey of rediscovery, writes Aidan Smith
APPROPRIATELY, an orange jet plonked the man from Orange Juice in Inverness and now Edwyn Collins is in the hotel bar and pondering his late afternoon drinking options. "Ginger beer?" he ventures to his partner Grace Maxwell, who nods in approval. "Uh-uh," he says, as if to confirm the choice. But then: "Beer beer?"See the full content of this document
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Grace Notes
It's difficult to know whether Collins, after two brain haemorrhages and being left unable to read, speak, write, walk or feed himself, just got confused back there or if he was trying it on with Maxwell. If she doesn't know, having been by his side for 25 years including those six months in hospital after contracting MRSA when often the sun never seemed to rise, then no-one does. She has a theory...
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