Hi everybody,
I have been surfing and came across this wonderful anecdote that really pays off at the end...
"Back in the days when releasing 7" singles by unknown, and reasonably untalented, US hardcore bands seemed a viable proposition I spotted the great man at that years Glastonbury shindig. Grasping the opportunity my mate and I awkwardly approached to give thanks for his support, and quite frankly, his existence... After skirting my quite obvious shambling hero worship he promptly dispatched longtime cohort �The Shend� from The Very Things (surely a thread in itself) to buy us each a beer. I was 19. From Droitwich. John Peel, who we'd met literally minutes previously, was buying us beer� Christ on a bike. With only a couple of chairs in the whole tent we sat at the feet of Messers Ravenscroft & Shend. I quite vividly recall thinking the scene must have had some kind of biblical theme. Hesitant chit chat ensued for a while before a young William
Ravenscroft appeared to interrogate his old man as to the clean towel situation within the Peel tent-household. Sent packing with a verbal clip round the ear, including numerous and quite shocking extremely non-BBC �phrases�, Mr Peel launched into �I�m sure it�s just an age thing but our William seems an almost constant source of embarrassment to me lately. Just the other night I was sat at home watching some god awful late film and he wanders into the room, seats himself in the chair next to me and starts nodding off. It�s almost 2am and he�s quite obviously shattered so I say to him �Son, it�s late. There�s a direct link between sleep and fatigue so why don�t you get yourself to bed. To which he replied �Come on Dad you know if I go to bed now I�m only gonna masturbate� What a great man. Utterly peerless."
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Great stuff. Makes me sad all over again.
Colin.