concert donnÃ© un vendredi.
Colin s’en souvient avec ironie : peu de monde dans le public… Thom a reÃ§u un compliment assez particulier…
How are your groupies? Are they growing in proportion to your success?
Colin: â€œYes. They’ve got fatter. »
Any soiled underwear in the post?
Thom: « No, we don’t do that anymore. »
Colin: â€œDo they do that? »
Jonathan looks aghast: â€œDoes that actually happen? »
Colin: â€œThat’s disgusting! »
Thom: â€œWe usually pull a very good class of groupie. »
Colin: â€œLike the Noel Coward of Banbury.â€
Jonathan: â€œOh God, yes! A couple of years ago we played a gig in Banbury and by the end there was only one person leftâ€”this man in a slouch hat, coat and cigarette holder. He said to Thom â€˜You were wonderful, darling. You played that guitar like it was your penis’. »
Colin: â€œBut it’s nice to know you’re wanted. »
Thom: â€œEven like that. »
Jonathan: â€œEspecially like that. »