Never Meet Your Heroes
They'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.
( , Thu 25 May 2006, 14:17)
They'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.
( , Thu 25 May 2006, 14:17)
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Don't let status go to your head!
Don't let status go to your head!
Got dragged to some chavtastic Max Power event in Birmingham a few years back.
Was incredibly pissed and waiting to buy some drinks to top up the alcohol level, when some woman barges past saying "MOVE" and stands in front of me in the queue, much to my annoyance I asked who the fuck she thought she was, only to be told "Jackie Degg, SWEETHEART, That's who"
"Good for you love, I'm in need of a pint, back of the line you rude cunt!"
Bar full of chavs looking gob smacked that I had said this to some model, and her face was a picture, to the fact that I hadn't dropped to my knees and let her through.
Spent the rest of the day twatted, arguing with chavs who had spent a fortune doing up 106's and Ford Escorts, saying they could have bought a better car for the money they had spent polishing a turd!
Oh happy days!
( , Fri 26 May 2006, 14:50, Reply)
Don't let status go to your head!
Got dragged to some chavtastic Max Power event in Birmingham a few years back.
Was incredibly pissed and waiting to buy some drinks to top up the alcohol level, when some woman barges past saying "MOVE" and stands in front of me in the queue, much to my annoyance I asked who the fuck she thought she was, only to be told "Jackie Degg, SWEETHEART, That's who"
"Good for you love, I'm in need of a pint, back of the line you rude cunt!"
Bar full of chavs looking gob smacked that I had said this to some model, and her face was a picture, to the fact that I hadn't dropped to my knees and let her through.
Spent the rest of the day twatted, arguing with chavs who had spent a fortune doing up 106's and Ford Escorts, saying they could have bought a better car for the money they had spent polishing a turd!
Oh happy days!
( , Fri 26 May 2006, 14:50, Reply)
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