
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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I sat opposite your fave friend Michael Winner in the VIP lounge of the Bellagio in Vegas. He had a dollybird all over him that looked about 15. His wife was nowhere to be seen. He was a smary-looking fat cunt.
( , Wed 31 May 2006, 0:41, Reply)
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