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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Fruitbat of Carter USM
Fruitbat (or Leslie Carter as he is known these days) is actually a thoroughly lovely chap and I have now met him on several occasions.
However me missus was a rather different story when she first met him...
...now, some of you may remember the fabulous incident at a Smash Hits Poll Winners party where the erstwhile guitarist from Carter USM raced along the stage to rugby tackle a sarky Philip Schofield.
All very amusing indeed. Unless you were a teenage girl with an irrational crush on the Schofield and even more worryingly the ability to hold an irrational grudge for some eleven years...
...I think you can see where this is going...
So, cue me walking up, genuine smile, hand outstrectched about to shake that of my hero; when the other-half comes storming passed, head down, no introductions, no explanations, just slams into the side of poor Fruity, knocking him off his feet and into his girlfreind, who spills both her drink and his pint all over his back.
oh how we laughed. eventually.
Che Pen
( , Tue 30 May 2006, 14:28, Reply)
Fruitbat (or Leslie Carter as he is known these days) is actually a thoroughly lovely chap and I have now met him on several occasions.
However me missus was a rather different story when she first met him...
...now, some of you may remember the fabulous incident at a Smash Hits Poll Winners party where the erstwhile guitarist from Carter USM raced along the stage to rugby tackle a sarky Philip Schofield.
All very amusing indeed. Unless you were a teenage girl with an irrational crush on the Schofield and even more worryingly the ability to hold an irrational grudge for some eleven years...
...I think you can see where this is going...
So, cue me walking up, genuine smile, hand outstrectched about to shake that of my hero; when the other-half comes storming passed, head down, no introductions, no explanations, just slams into the side of poor Fruity, knocking him off his feet and into his girlfreind, who spills both her drink and his pint all over his back.
oh how we laughed. eventually.
Che Pen
( , Tue 30 May 2006, 14:28, Reply)
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