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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in the poetry cafeLondon's fashionable Poetry Cafe.
Woman who had recently read a poem about bollards walks in with swish-looking manfriends.
'HEY! I THINK IT'S VERY GOOD THAT YOU MANAGED TO WRITE A POEM ABOUT SUICIDE THAT HAD BOLLARDS IN!' say I.
A man friend interjects.
'YEAH, BOLLARD IS A GREAT WORD, ISN'T IT!' says he.
'YEAH, IT'S KIND OF LIKE A CROSS BETWEEN BOLLOCKS AND MALLARD!' say I.
The man walks off.
I was later to find out that I had just screamed about bollocks and mallards to none other than Daniel 'If You're Not The One' Bedingfield.
Top bloke, actually, now I come to mention it.
(, Mon 29 May 2006, 23:42, Reply)
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