Why hello there, Im Eric
I recently was lucky enough to go on holiday to Memphis, Tennessee, yeah, that’s right, the one in America.
Anyway, my friend Buckthorne painted me, and I am so happy with how he captured my inner beauty and lust for life. What do you think?
I am still in Memphis because he forgot to pack me in his suitcase, and I am currently wedged behind the kitchen table writing this, surving on discarded pistachio shells and fluff.
You might know me from my number one hit single and a few Levis adverts for Sta Prest jeans many years ago, but like Buckthorne, I peaked in the nineties, and it’s been all downhill from there.
I do have Insta, but I value my privacy, so jog on.
Click the button below to see how Buckthorne made this timeless and museum worthy piece of art
One more thing before I forget
Buckthorne likes to think he can sing, and he is having a gig at The George Inn, St Briavels on the 3rd of August from about 6pm where as well as listening to him struggling to sing, you can be in with the chance of winning an original watercolour.
Apparently, the more you drink, the better he sounds. And the bar is pretty nice there.
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