Dear Dave Davies:
I love you. You are fabulous. I was beside myself when I heard you had a stroke! I scanned the news daily, hoping to hear of your recovery. I was so relieved when I saw the headline “Dave Has Picked Up His Plecturn Once Again!” Of course, knowing what a randy little wanker you are, I just assumed a plecturn was something naughty, but I was relieved nonetheless. I was a little surprised to find that a plecturn was a guitar pick, but whatever. Oh, you silly English!
Anyhoo, you are fantastic and above reproach in my book. Well, except for THIS:
My darling, let’s face facts. You are pretty much bald on top. So cut that shit in the back. You are better than this. Thank you.