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I tell you whats really not rock 'n roll in the slightest?

Picture the scene. You've been given a lift between two gigs with a good indie band. Very kind. You're sitting next to the singer.. you've not been drinking (unlike everyone else) and you're not on any form of drugs. But you vomit. Lots. Into coffee cups.

But you don't stop there! You continue to vomit despite filling your first cup.. try to hand the full cup to the singer who leaps into the backseat and ends up sat on the drummers head. Putrid sick goes all over your jeans and the bus, with guitarist, keyboardist and friends all trying hard not to chuck up, the singer looking positively terrified and the drummer being suffocated by aforementioned singer's arse.

Pleasant.

But the problem's don't stop here, oh no. The band and bus are on their way to a radio interview in the most rock 'n roll of places (that'd be High Wycombe then..), and already sligthly late. Add to that the problems of sick in a bus, and it's not pleasant.

So, an irate tour manager pulls over to the hard shoulder, gets all five members of the band, plus himself, plus two crew, plus a mutual friend out of the van to stand on the side of the motorway for 10 minutes whilst you change out of your pukey jeans into your pyjamas.

Which you proceed to go to the radio intervew in.
And almost to the gig later that night, until your beloved friend offers you her trousers.

Classsssy.
That's very, VERY not rock 'n roll.
Don't throw up in tourbuses..
Tour managers tend to hate you for it.
(mercary, Tue 4 Jul 2006, 22:00, Reply)