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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I met Ken Dodd once
not what I'd consider a 'hero' persay, but I thought he was funny enough for a dodgy old geezer. Anyway, he was doing a christmas lights opening in Crewe one year and he began to tell the old joke "what is green, has 6 legs and can kill you if it falls on you?" and looked around the audience. I was a bit high on something or other, so naturally I shouted out the answer. Ken looked straight in my direction, then teetered a bit as he tried to focus. He laughed, recovered his flow and as he was leaving the stage failed to realise he was wearing a clip-mic, so i was quite capable of hearing him mutter "Get that fat bastard out of my sight". What a twat
oh and by the way, the answer was 'snooker table' for those of you who are slightly slower at reaching a punchline than dear Ken.
( , Mon 29 May 2006, 1:18, Reply)
not what I'd consider a 'hero' persay, but I thought he was funny enough for a dodgy old geezer. Anyway, he was doing a christmas lights opening in Crewe one year and he began to tell the old joke "what is green, has 6 legs and can kill you if it falls on you?" and looked around the audience. I was a bit high on something or other, so naturally I shouted out the answer. Ken looked straight in my direction, then teetered a bit as he tried to focus. He laughed, recovered his flow and as he was leaving the stage failed to realise he was wearing a clip-mic, so i was quite capable of hearing him mutter "Get that fat bastard out of my sight". What a twat
oh and by the way, the answer was 'snooker table' for those of you who are slightly slower at reaching a punchline than dear Ken.
( , Mon 29 May 2006, 1:18, Reply)
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