Friday, January 24, 2014

Night-time Tale

I've been writing tonight, editing, including, substituting, thesauring.
I do want to tell you this before I clock off.
Martin's just phoned and he was chatting about Freddie 'Fingers' Lee, the Geordie piano player who died recently. Freddie invited Martin for an audience in his dressing-room at a gig in Houghton-le-Spring and asked him what he thought of The Cure.
'Cannat stand them', said Lee. He took a catapult out of his bag. 'Arrogant f*ckers!'
Apparently he'd supported them at a festival and they were really rude and dismissive of him, so when they got on stage afterwards he'd hidden behind the bass stack and pelted them with little ball-bearings to get his revenge. They didn't know what had hit them, quite literally.
The image of a grown man gleefully catapulting The Cure made me laugh out loud.

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