randdebiel² wrote:dead inside wrote:
I find your prejudice so amusing!
Why on earth don't you let him decide that? Maybe he is not that closed minded as you all think. And as for previewing how he would react, I can't even comment...
maybe you're right, sory to have offended you....that was not my intention....
This is how he would react. He would sigh. And pause. Contemptuously. Was it for this that the chords of the sisters awoke Leeds' sleep at all?
Finally, drawing deep on a cigarette, the frustration in his voice apparent from his monotone labouring of each word, he would crank up again about the banality and cloying sychophancy of his fan base. You would respond with (well meant) words of sympathy peppered with (what you think) are helpful and constructive observations which would slowly suck the the final few dellusions that he, Prince Von Darkness, thane of Gonzoid, has anything to say to anyone worth talking to.
Finally dethroned by the realisation that his audience comprises a few faux-hells angels from Birmingham who think that Hunter S Thomson was something to do with that guy from Gladiators, the odd mid thirty nothing who has yet to replace Nick Hornby with Julian Barnes and still puts on a black hat and mimes to Adrenochrome to the living room mirror when the wife is out (will the neighbours hear if I turn it up to eleven?), and some star-gazing lisbon girl whose nick name represents everything he doesn't believe in, he would remove his glasses, rub his tired eyes, and disappear, glasses and camels (ultra lights these days- the fags go with the brand but I'm damned if it's gonna kill me) left behind, to re-invent himself as pop supremo Andie-E, the prince of pinkiness, a Simon Cowell for the 21st century, no four piece to untalented to be a one hit wonder on a second hand tune.
That is what your questions would drive him to.
It has been a long weekend, I'm in a bad mood, and the franchise needs protecting.
