Never Meet Your HeroesThey're bound to disappoint - like the time we booked Wayne Hussey for the B3ta Radio Show. Five minutes before we're due to record, Wayne
phones, lost on the M25 with his Brazilian wife screaming in the background. Not so much the King of Goth, as a hen-pecked flake.
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chthonic, Thu 25 May 2006, 14:17)
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A true heroAs child of the 70s/80s I was a radical punk as a youngster and went on loads of demos. At most of the rallies, Michel Foot would be the main speaker, he would always march at the front in a donkey jacket - a truly great and honourable man.....
...fast-forward 25 years to 2004 and I finally met him face-to-face. Sadly at my uncle's funeral, they were both old-time lefties of the first water. Michel by then must have been well into his late 80s and was very frail, but he shook my hand firmly enough. Made my decade.
I also raised a glass to Neil Kinnock at the Watermans Arts Centre in Brentford in about 1987, when he was at the peak of his power in the Labour party and it looked as if he really could kick Maggie's butt. He said 'Cheers boyo' or something and winked at me!
[where are the heroes of yesteryear?]
(, Fri 26 May 2006, 13:36, Reply)
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