Yes! He’s back! A little older. Perhaps even a little wiser. But with the same laid-back attitude.
No, I’m not talking about former Elected Mayor Mark Meredith.
I refer, of course to the return to his native city of a music legend: A rock icon; A guitar hero;
I could go on…
The truth is that Labour’s landslide victory in the local elections pales into insignificance alongside the big story of the week.
Let’s face it, any fool could have predicted that voters in Stoke (or at least those who could be bothered) would revert to type and stick an X next to candidate wearing a red rosette.
It seems all is forgiven for Worldgate/the Cultural Quarter etc. (insert as appropriate).
The only thing that would have prevented a Labour candidate winning in most wards is if a certain Saul Hudson had stood for election on a ticket of free smokes and Jack Daniels for all.
Mr Hudson, better known the world over as Slash, would have romped home, I assure you.
It is testament to the pulling power of the former Guns ’n Roses guitarist that tickets for his first ever gig in Stoke-on-Trent sold out in under two hours.
THAT is the big story of the week, ladies and gentlemen.
A colleague of mine, who shall remain nameless, simply couldn’t understand what all the fuss was about when I told her I’d lined up an interview with the man himself.
“He’s hardly local, is he?” she asked in the dismissive tones of one who had clearly never appreciated the magnificence of Appetite For Destruction or the unbridled genius of the opening riff to Sweet Child ’O Mine.
I don’t care if he only lived in Stoke-on-Trent until he was five, I’m claiming him as one of ours.
It seems I’m not the only one, either, as an online campaign to honour Slash and Motörhead stalwart Lemmy Kilmister with statues in their home city continues to attract signatures.
FA Cup Final or no FA Cup Final — they both hail from the Mother Town, by the way, so technically they should be Vale fans too.
Having been fortunate (or unfortunate — depending on your perspective) enough to have rubbed shoulders with a fair few celebrities over the last 20 years I don’t generally get star-struck.
Fair enough, I haven’t washed since shaking hands with The Fonz but — that aside — I am generally underwhelmed by showbiz stars, footballers and even royalty.
Slash is, however, a bit different and when his PR bloke confirmed I could have an interview I admit the denim-wearing 17-year-old in me played air guitar momentarily.
You see, it is a little-known fact that Stoke-on-Trent is a bastion of rock music.
Indeed, I have it on good authority that there are more Bon Jovi, Guns ’n Roses and Queen fans per head of population in the Potteries than almost anywhere else in the UK.
I should know, I’ve queued with most of them to get into every stadium from Milton Keynes to Manchester, from Wembley to Gateshead over the past two decades.
It’s something to do with our fair city being stuck in 1987, according to a friend of mine.
For those of you still wondering what all the fuss is about, Slash is widely considered one of the greatest rock guitar players of all time.
He has received countless accolades and awards including a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame alongside his idols Jimmy Page and Jimi Hendrix.
He has performed alongside everyone from Elton John and Stevie Wonder to Michael Jackson and Ray Charles.
More to the point, sales of the 10 studio albums released by the bands he has been the heartbeat of since 1986 — Guns ’n Roses, Slash’s Snakepit and supergroup Velvet Revolver — have sold in excess of 120 million records.
Thus the arrival of the great man, now an elder statesman of the rock scene, for his first ever gig in the city where he was raised in his early years is something of a coup for the Victoria Hall.
As I said in a previous column, the powers-that-be at the King’s Hall should take note that this gig could have sold out five times over.
Not that I am surprised by either the response to the tickets going on sale or the decision by this music legend to come home.
Slash is returning at long last to Paradise City — “where the grass is green and the girls are pretty”.
OK. You can stop laughing now.
I’ll be there on July 24 with my faded jeans, an earring and a G’n’R tee-shirt.
I may even grow my hair again — although I will have to give the bandana a miss this time.
Election? What election?