It was undoubtedly one of the highlights of my career; a story I often tell that I suspect many people don’t believe. Late in 2011 I was sitting at home when my phone rang and the unmistakeably ocker voice of Ian “Molly” Meldrum came down the line.
“I was talking to Elton John after his concert last night and your name came up,” he said. “I thought you’d like to know that he read your most recent story and loved it.” I certainly did want to know and I was grinning for the rest of the week. It doesn’t get much better than being phoned by a true icon of Australian media and being told that one of the greatest musicians on the planet is aware of me, if only in the most fleeting and perfunctory way.