Never Meet Your HeroesThey're bound to disappoint - like the time we booked Wayne Hussey for the B3ta Radio Show. Five minutes before we're due to record, Wayne
phones, lost on the M25 with his Brazilian wife screaming in the background. Not so much the King of Goth, as a hen-pecked flake.
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chthonic, Thu 25 May 2006, 14:17)
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Fat Kiwi ChefThere's this poxy celebrity chef here is Aus, big fat kiwi going by the name of Ian Hewittson. Total ponce who cooks the sort of shit that involves a can of soup as a sauce, if you get my drift. Fat cunt laughs at pretty much anything that isn't even remotely amusing. Can't stand him, in case you didn't know.
So, me and my mate Stephen are having a beer at the Purple Emerald ($4.50 pints of Carlton!), and in walks said fat bastard. I says to Stephen, "There's that Ian Hewittson". Shortly after, Stephen is having a slash, and Ian Hewittson walks in to urinate. Stephen (who's had a few by now) turns to him and says, "My friend thinks you're a cunt!", and walks off. Made my week!
(, Fri 26 May 2006, 7:10, Reply)
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