I mourned for the old world, not Lou himself
For some of us, the death of Lou Reed is our Diana. You will recall that when Diana died, we invented the whole notion of modern public grieving as we now know it. And at that time it was observed by many people that the mourning masses were not crying for Diana, they were crying for themselves. Indeed, I myself, in London to cover the funeral for this paper, was one of the first to make that very observation.
I was mildly shocked on Sunday night when I heard about Lou's death but it didn't exactly stop me from going on to have a good old night out. Because while Lou was a hugely important figure in my life, curiously, he was someone I had never warmed to. Nothing I ever read about him, or no footage I ever saw of him, endeared him to me. He seemed like a bit of a prick to be honest.
I'm sure he was a perfectly cool guy. He just wasn't my cup of tea. And – who knows? – it's possible he wouldn't have liked me either, though I doubt that.