He opens his arms and we hug. I wish him luck for all the shows in the run-up to Edinburgh and we say that we’ll keep in touch, even though we know that we won’t. We hold each other for a while, then we say goodbye. As I leave the pub, I look back to see him sitting down to talk to everyone who wanted to talk to him. I turn on to a street I don’t know and make my way home alone.
