I'm here all week Give me the name of a group, over the last 30 years and I'll probably have a story. Only joking mate, I must bore the arse off people as it is.
keep them coming fella ... quite likely you'll have a few anecdotes of people I've worked with over the years
I've sung, guested, recorded and backed with a shed load of bands mate, I bet you would never guess who I am/was?
OK, one more for today involving Scouse who was my partner for years, couldn't care less about the music. We're working stage left when the Stranglers were on, in the early 80's, and very big news. The place is packed and the group are on top form. Halfway through Peaches the French bass player, Jean-Jacques Burnell, stops the song, absolutely furious, and tells the crowd to stop spitting at them. "We're not the Sex Pistols, and we don't like it!" They carry on and, in a flash, he's leapt off stage and is battering a bunch of lads who thought it was funny to keep spitting. You might know he was a martial arts fella and is wiping the floor with them. Out of the corner of my ear I hear, "Cover me," and Scouse has ran along the stage and dived onto his back. He's dragging him out, in a headlock, and I'm begging him to let go. "He's one of the group you twat!" "I don't care, he's not doing that in my club," kicks open the fire exit, hoys him out and slams the door shut. Again I'm thinking 'instant dismissal' The group are shuffling around on stage and the audience are looking embarrassed. I grab the main 'spitter' and drag him away before the crowd turn on him. As I'm taking him out of the front door, and explaining to the front of house lads what's what, the bass player comes walking up to the door. I grab him and take him through the 'rat's maze' under the club and put him on the stage trap door like they use in pantomimes. I fire him up onto the stage, along with mesel, he grabs his bass and they're off again. I take a bow, to the astonishment of the other bouncers, get a round of applause before leaving to find Scouse. "I'm watching that ****er," he says
Menzie Only joking mate, give me a few clues and I'll get it ....... we've probably bumped into each other.
No, I meant it was because I was that arsehole who grabbed the mike at pubs, clubs, parties and weddings when pissed. Got quite few 'recordings' though, some funny, some cringeworthy. Mind you I do a mean Mustang Sally
[video=youtube;m_sJmIQrH54]http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=m_sJmIQrH54[/video] A Sunday treat for Billy and Smug..
You obviously haven't benefitted from a private audience of my ultra-drunk my bring 'back' that loving feeling.
I'd love to twat Albert Hitler & his three little Yorkshire terriers, Debuchy tattoo twat, Beardley's Chimney & Silky Sammy. I bet you pound to a penny one of them's that fat **** with NUFC tattooed on his massive kite, bigger tits that Sam Fox. I ****ing despise them all, cowards the lot of them. Lurking & shirking but no balls between them. One punch wouldn't be enough, once I'd started, I'd not be able to stop.
