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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CollegeTo my shame I had never been to the National Theatre before I was 17. So it's a College trip to see some rubbish or other as part of my drama course. Myself and 4 friends decided to go together. We left the wrong entrance at Embankment and instead of walking over the conveniently placed bridge we ended up walking down to the next bridge. We cross said bridge and now have no idea where to go. So my friend Hayley decides to wander up to the first person she sees and ask them for directions. She approaches a group of older men who by all accounts are very apologetic but they don't know where the NT is either. It's only when she walks back to the group and I take another look that I realise she's just asked the Archbishop of Canterbury where the NT is!
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Joliet, Tue 30 May 2006, 16:56,
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