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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Nic Faldo
For better or worse, my dad really wanted me to play golf. He bought me a set of half size clubs to get me started, but unfortunately I was shit, and it sort of fizzled out very quickly. However, I did absorb a certain amount of information about who was Famous at Golf.
I went to Vietnam with Mrs Expf a few years ago, and as we picked up our bags from the luggage belt, who should I see, but Nic Faldo. I was about to tap him on the shoulder as he was waiting for his bags too, to ask for an autograph. Unfortunately, it coincided with him picking up his golf clubs from the belt (I kid you not) swiging round, and knocking me flat on my arse. Was wearing my recently collected rucksack at the time, so toppled over with some force, and bruised my coccyx. I couldn't sit in comfort for a week, including on the loo, so every time I have a poo now, I think of him - Captain of the Ryder Cup team.
( , Wed 31 May 2006, 20:23, Reply)
For better or worse, my dad really wanted me to play golf. He bought me a set of half size clubs to get me started, but unfortunately I was shit, and it sort of fizzled out very quickly. However, I did absorb a certain amount of information about who was Famous at Golf.
I went to Vietnam with Mrs Expf a few years ago, and as we picked up our bags from the luggage belt, who should I see, but Nic Faldo. I was about to tap him on the shoulder as he was waiting for his bags too, to ask for an autograph. Unfortunately, it coincided with him picking up his golf clubs from the belt (I kid you not) swiging round, and knocking me flat on my arse. Was wearing my recently collected rucksack at the time, so toppled over with some force, and bruised my coccyx. I couldn't sit in comfort for a week, including on the loo, so every time I have a poo now, I think of him - Captain of the Ryder Cup team.
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