concert donné un vendredi.
Colin s’en souvient avec ironie : peu de monde dans le public… Thom a reçu un compliment assez particulier…
How are your groupies? Are they growing in proportion to your success?
Colin: “Yes. They’ve got fatter. »
Any soiled underwear in the post?
Thom: « No, we don’t do that anymore. »
Colin: “Do they do that? »
Jonathan looks aghast: “Does that actually happen? »
Colin: “That’s disgusting! »
Thom: “We usually pull a very good class of groupie. »
Colin: “Like the Noel Coward of Banbury.”
Jonathan: “Oh God, yes! A couple of years ago we played a gig in Banbury and by the end there was only one person left—this man in a slouch hat, coat and cigarette holder. He said to Thom ‘You were wonderful, darling. You played that guitar like it was your penis’. »
Colin: “But it’s nice to know you’re wanted. »
Thom: “Even like that. »
Jonathan: “Especially like that. »