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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Sorry RickVictoria Station, early nineties, me rushing to catch a train to Brighton while not really looking were I was going.
Look up, see someone in front of me.
Instinctively dip the shoulder to protect myself.
Stop and look down.
Rick Parfitt is spreadeagled on the floor, some distance from his luggage.
He apologises.
I make my train.
He keeps on rockin'.
(, Tue 30 May 2006, 17:47, Reply)
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