My mate came up to me
and said "You know what you should do? Be the third most popular Britpop band."
"What?" I replied, "I don't know what you mean,"
"Oh go on," he said, "Be the third most popular Britpop band. Girls'll like you if you do."
"What are you talking about?" I said.
"Come on" he urged, "Be it. Be the third most popular Britpop band."
"Look mate, I have no idea what you're talking about" I responded, getting a little tetchy.
"Oh go on, man," he said, almost pleading by now.
"No. Absolutely not." I said.
But he carried on trying to convince me. I kept saying no, and he kept trying. I kept saying No. He kept trying.
And eventually, I was Suede.
( mikeisbrill, Fri 6 Mar 2009, 11:47, Reply)