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The Boss: dead

I had the strangest dream last night.

I am in an undisclosed location reading a tabloid, not paying much attention to the text, when all of a sudden a photograph catches my eye.

It’s a small thumbnail image, heading an inch-wide side column, of Bruce Springsteen. It’s not the greatest picture, hampered by its size and poor resolution, but it’s recognisably him, in his younger days.

Suitably distracted (yeah, it doesn’t take much to distract me) I focus on the accompanying text, immediately drawn to the curt caption directly below the image. It reads:

The Boss: Dead

I am taken aback. (Strangely stunned, since I’m not even a fan. I don’t even bother to scan the subsequent text to confirm it.) I ask myself: Can it be? Is Bruce Springsteen dead? I had no idea! Why didn’t anyone tell me?!?

It’s only a moment or two later when I begin to wonder: Hang on a minute, this is the Boss! Doesn’t he deserve more than a single column inch in the middle of a tabloid?

Then I woke up.