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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Blue - everything you can imagine is true.
Was on a plane back to London from Glasgow one Saturday morning, surrounded by the cream of the teeny bop scene, who had just finished filming CD:UK.
To my shame, I recognised most of them, except for four really small young lads sitting in front of me, behaving like Viz's Spoilt Brat. They spent the first twenty minutes whining that they could smell piss, wanted a sandwich, had to sit with everyone else, and trying to suck up to the crusty fella in the Stereo MCs.
When the shortest and whiniest one - I believe he is called Duncan - had finished ramming his chair into my knees, he shoved his mullety head over the chair to tell me to move. He was clearly unused to being told to 'Fuck off, cunt.', though I suspect he is now. Crusty Stereo bloke winked at me. Which was nice.
( , Tue 30 May 2006, 17:25, Reply)
Was on a plane back to London from Glasgow one Saturday morning, surrounded by the cream of the teeny bop scene, who had just finished filming CD:UK.
To my shame, I recognised most of them, except for four really small young lads sitting in front of me, behaving like Viz's Spoilt Brat. They spent the first twenty minutes whining that they could smell piss, wanted a sandwich, had to sit with everyone else, and trying to suck up to the crusty fella in the Stereo MCs.
When the shortest and whiniest one - I believe he is called Duncan - had finished ramming his chair into my knees, he shoved his mullety head over the chair to tell me to move. He was clearly unused to being told to 'Fuck off, cunt.', though I suspect he is now. Crusty Stereo bloke winked at me. Which was nice.
( , Tue 30 May 2006, 17:25, Reply)
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