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2015-11-26 16:55:49 A few ●●●●●● :.●●●●●●.●●●●●●arch-paper-●●●●●●e. ●●●●●●d essay ●●●●●● ●●●●●●t ●●●●●● ‘People think you have to go ●●●●●●h a lot of ●●●●●●s to ●●●●●● a soul ●●●●●●’, Bobby Womack says, ‘You just have to go ●●●●●●h life.’ It is early ●●●●●●oon in Womack’s London hotel room. The bed is ●●●●●●, but Womack is ●●●●●●ing on the couch, ●●●●●● eyes half ●●●●●●, ●●●●●●ng now as his ●●●●●●um, Mr Fullen, a slim man ●●●●●●tly ●●●●●●d in a suit and tie, ●●●●●●s with lunch. It is ●●●●●●t chow-mein. ‘Box or bowl?’ Mr Fullen asks, ●●●●●●g half of the food into a ●●●●●●c ●●●●●●ner. Womack is 69, with ●●●●●● ●●●●●●g hair, a ●●●●●●d and ●●●●●●rn face, ●●●●●●d in jeans and a T-shirt. He stirs ●●●●●●f into a ●●●●●●g ●●●●●●on and ●●●●●●s for the box, and a ●●●●●● of Coke. |