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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Mr WimpyEvery young child down our way in the early 80's wanted a Wimpy party, as they were always brilliant social events. On such event a poor bastard YTS "Wimpys William" would be designated to wear the elusive Mr Wimpy suit. Red tights and exposed ankles included.
I swear to god at every party there were about 20 of us polishing our shoe tips, ready to kick this poor fucker's ankles to oblivion.
My hero-image was shattered though when the bastard retorted on one of the kids by slapping him a beauty with one of his swollen plastic hands. And also got promptly fired.
We all kicked extra hard at the next party. The cunt.
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Jeccius Steam Borderlands 2 junkie, Tue 30 May 2006, 19:40,
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