My Missus' Mum
So, the mother-in-law, is a big fan of Teh Quo. Particularly Francis Rossi.

They tour through a venue I work at each year, and the m-i-l was bemoaning the fact it'd sold out and she couldn't get tickets for it for said year.

As I'm stood on stage, Rossi walks past me, and whilst he's talking to one of the touring crew, I say to him "Eyup Mr Rossi, would it be possible for you to do me a quick favour?". He looks me up and down, and says to the touring crew "Fucking hell, he's got big balls. Yes fella, what can I do you for?". I ring the m-i-l, who then has a five minute conversation with him, which included such gems as:

Her: "shadyron says I've got to talk to you, but he's not said who you are."
Him: "He seems like a good lad. I'm just staying in for a few days".
Her: "Are you enjoying it here? I know your voice, but I just can't put my finger on it..."
Him: "Yeah, we're staying at the Hotel. We've been down to the beach, been on the pier, it's a very nice place here"
Her: "Well, thank you for speaking to me..."

Top bloke. Thoroughly entertaining listening to the one side of the conversation, even if he did look bored rigid. Even now, I don't think she still quite believes that it was Francis on the other end of the phone.
( shadyron, Sun 19 Apr 2009, 0:18, Reply)