Rod stewart autobiography 2013 hard back coffee

From Pub Minstrel to Outcrop Legend place in 5 Uncomfortable Steps

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Strangely enough since Chapter 4 I had gone on a hunt and found my rail tickets – I now realise it cost me a bit more than I said £14:60 each way in fact – So in total £29:20 – My fare to go onto St. Andrews was £23:95 return – I had to pay an extra fee for catching a later train back to London – which I think was just £10:00 to be on the 4 o’clock instead of the 12:30 time of the original ticket. I know what your thinking, so full of useless information and trivia!

In addition, I also found a setlist (obviously didn’t look hard enough after all!) It lists Rod as singing just 10 numbers – which I wouldn’t question – The order reads as follows:-

You Wear It Well, First Cut Is The Deepest, Downtown Train, It’s The Same Old Song, Rhythm Of My Heart, Da Ya Think I’m Sexy, Handbags & Gladrags, I Don’t Want To Talk About It, Maggie May & Sailing.

And I got the pub we were in wrong! – I don’t know, more haste less speed, let’s see if I can get this one right…. Back to the plot….

Friday 16th. July – Feeling a bit like a zombie I crawled into work, well it’s only for a day after all. The administration lady at work who recorded all our leave was not happy with me, my repeated mid-week two days off seemed to be causing a stir, another in Friday, Monday and Tuesday then

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When Rod and I broke up, I thought my world was coming to an end. I was totally devastated and I had no idea how to pick up the pieces of my broken heart. Divorce is never easy, but it's even more painful when you find out your husband is having an affair with a beautiful model fifteen years younger than you. I chronicle much of my relationship with Rod in my memoir Rearview Mirror.

I had always been so certain that we were forever, that nothing could ever come between us. I can't make Rod out to be the total villain and me the innocent victim, even though he was the one having the affair (and others that I would come to find out about as well). The last couple of years our marriage had started to deteriorate from the madly in love couple who had everything we could possibly want to the reality of having three young children and a wife who couldn't keep up with the rock-and-roll lifestyle anymore. There was plenty of blame to go around. Between his touring and the recording, playing soccer and the late nights out with the boys, I started to feel that everything came before me and the children. Instead of being able to communicate my feelings, I would react by being angry and cold. Looking back, I can see all the things I did and didn't do that helped to undermine our mar