Roving archenemy field correspondent SBL reports a confrontation with mortality to archenemy HQ’s answering machine:
Dude, I’m calling you from the front row of the Buzzcocks show. We’re in between bands. Just thought I’d call and share with you the very hystrical news: I’m like right up against the stage and there are these two chicks next to me and they’re really young so I asked them “Hey, how old are you?”, and they’re eighteen! They weren’t even BORN when the Buzzcocks broke up! But they’re here. And one of them said, “Oh, yeah - my Dad liked them.” And I just felt TOTALLY ridiculous. I’m here with [redacted] and I’m up against the stage and he’s too embarrassed - hello? - he’s too embarrassed to come up here, he’s in the back.
I just thought I’d share that with you.
LOL!