Rollins by

We've had some cool people through Planet. Like when the band Garbage used our toilets or when Rhianna and Bob Geldof coincidently turned up to our clothing launch. I'm not talking about when Dylan Moran asked if we knew anywhere near by that would let you drink and smoke (we had to say no, the licensed cafe isn't open yet) or when a guy I'm sure was the ghost of SunRa played awesome jazz on our piano and then left followed by his two bodyguards.

Better still havebeen the planned visits by cool people. When Booker Prize winner DBC Pierre officially opened the bookshop with a beer in one hand and a shot of vodka in the other or when Shaun Tan came in to sign his newly released Arrival to a two hour line of eager children and even more eager graphic designers and when Peter Greenaway came in to chat about how film is dead. But I think the winner for coolest visitor to Planet is Henry Rollins who stopped by and made himself available for signing.

American punk legend, cult writer, socio-political commentator, talk show host, raconteur and a star of the hard-hitting talking tour, Henry Rollins stood at the front of a long cue of people largely in black and he greeted each and every one of them.

I wouldn't call the event a signing, though that was its purpose. Henry quickly turned it into a handshake and a brief chat, a personable one-on-one. The signature he left behind had no longer been the purpose of those who lined up but now a reminder, a memento, of meeting and talking to him.

I was impressed by not just his professionalism but how it never compromised his personalism. They say never meet your idols. There are exceptions to that rule; Henry Rollins is one of them.

Planet's accounts dept. gives Mr Rollins a squee hug.

Thanks Henry