It’s all quiet on the George Michael front. In London, Highgate Village is silent, except for the sound of rhythmic, gentle snoring floating from an upstairs window of the Michael & Goss residence. Across the pond in Dallas, Texas it’s the same story. Not a sound to be heard, except for the “tap tap tapping” of a builder’s hammer in Highland Park in Dallas.
But dear reader, don’t be fooled. If you know where to look, it’s clear. There’s a storm brewing. CD burners being brought to life, churning out CDs by the tens of thousand. Crates of vodka being packed, for making martinis by the score. More than fifty trucks being loaded with heavy equipment, in readiness for a long journey. They’ll soon be heading South. And when they do, the roar of the tyres won’t be the only noise breaking through the curtains in every home in every sleepy town and village they pass through.
Are you ready?