I heard you hung around the UEA LCR after the show, posters, VHS tapes and denim jacket in

hand ready for your hero to sign.

You plucked up the courage, the courage of Rybeck, and 'rapp-a-pap-papped' on the tour bus window. The curtain flickered, a little snide eye clocked you, then disappeared. The bus then pulled fwds 2 metres. Leaving you waiting by a bin.

Never meet your hero's, folks.

Posted By: MIKEWALKER, Jun 4, 15:42:15