Never Meet Your HeroesThey'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.
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chthonic, Thu 25 May 2006, 14:17)
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Snorting Yellow Pages BlokeMy mate told me yesterday about when he was in the bogs at some London bar and could hear someone sniffing away in one of the cubicles. Moments later out walks James Nesbitt. He goes to the sinks, where my mate was washing his hands. He looks over, possibly hoping for some kind of reponse. My mate, cynical bastard, pretends not to know who he is and simply nods an alright. Nesbitt proceeds to turn on the tap and sprays his groin with water. He laughs and turns round to my mate and says:
'Can you believe that I, James Nesbitt, has just made it look like I've pissed myself?!'
My mate looks at him, smiles and says:
'Yeah, nice one mate.'
Then walks out.
(, Sat 27 May 2006, 14:49, Reply)
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