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When you've let yourself down bad style.

 

1. Half Man Half Biscuit were playing a Tranmere Rovers benefit gig in Atmosphere in Birkenhead, be in about 1986. I was rotten. Saw Frank Worthington near the bogs and threw up on him in his country and western woolyback elvis gear. Not good.

 

2. Zurich airport, on the way back to London from Mecca, shaved head and a beard, wearing big baggy shalwar kamees, in a zig-zagging queue for transfers. In front of me is a fella who looks madder than me. It's Lee 'Scratch' Perry. He's got the mad gear on. The zig-zag means he's going to be stood right by me in a few minutes. Head is buzzing with what I'll say, but he might be mad, and he might go into one and cause a scene, or he might not and be dead normal and just let on, so I don't know what to do...so he keeps getting closer - the queue is dead slow - and still I've said nothing. If I let on too early he might feel obliged to natter for maybe five minutes and that'd be too long. Or if he's horrible, it's gonna be dead awkward. Til he's right there, and it's too late. I said nowt. I immediately regret it, aware that it could have been quite a scene between the pair of us and I could have actually caused an incident or passed on my regards with the Pizzaman from Switzerland that would have looked rather weird and cool to anyone interested. But I never. No bottle, which is weird considering the trip I'd been on.

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