because I've been writing
here and because I got
drunk with Lemmy at the
Mojo magazine awards
and then took some photos
of famous people but they
were all rubbish and then
I had a hangover and
couldn't do anything but
lie on the sofa and eat a
Linda McCartney pie.
Lemmy was puking by 10PM
while my stomach was cast-
iron, mate. Does that officially
make me tougher than Motorhead?
(Answer: No. No, it doesn't. At all).
I also encountered the
righteous John Lydon
who I once wrote a book
about and he made me laugh.
Out.
1 comment:
I had a friend who had a meal prepared by Linda McCartney.
He said it was the worst meal he'd ever had and described it as boiled salad.
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