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Last night Mr Karin was chatting to a woman from Beggars Banquet who used to work for Warner Brothers. She said she and some suits were having a meeting with Eldritch about the art work for an elpee (don't know which one) .
Nothing was good enough for Eldritch and he was behaving like the quintessential stoned and arsey rawk star. The meeting ran on and on the suits couldn't do a thing with him until the 18 year old trainee secretary, fed up at having to wait for her lunch, gave Eldritch a piece of her mind which included the question who the f**k do you thinkyou are ? The art work was decided on and the meeting wrapped up.
The moral is for all those people gagging for a new elpee, don't rely on the suits to co-erce Eldritch into coming to some agreement, sent your little sister to bawl him out instead.
karin wrote:Last night Mr Karin was chatting to a woman from Beggars Banquet who used to work for Warner Brothers. She said she and some suits were having a meeting with Eldritch about the art work for an elpee (don't know which one) .
Nothing was good enough for Eldritch and he was behaving like the quintessential stoned and arsey rawk star. The meeting ran on and on the suits couldn't do a thing with him until the 18 year old trainee secretary, fed up at having to wait for her lunch, gave Eldritch a piece of her mind which included the question who the f**k do you thinkyou are ? The art work was decided on and the meeting wrapped up.
The moral is for all those people gagging for a new elpee, don't rely on the suits to co-erce Eldritch into coming to some agreement, sent your little sister to bawl him out instead.
You'd be disappointed by anything less than the "quintessential stoned and arsey rawk star" approach.
You'd be disappointed by anything less than the "quintessential stoned and arsey rawk star" approach. [/quote]
Actually I'd be bitterly disappointed if I got my allotted 5 minutes with Eldritch ( or half hour if we were shagging ) and it was wasted with a stoned and up his own arse attitude.... so that's as much as you know.
Furthermore I wasn't there for the actual telling of said anecdote but when it was imparted to me over the cornflakes next day I did stick up for Eldritch informing Mr. K that Eldritch had a phase of taking coke some years ago and by his own admission it turned him into a complete w***er.
Makes sense..... coke sometimes turns you into an arrogant , megalomaniac asshole............. well... if you are one of those to begin with.... go figure..
Drsisters wrote:Alcohol and mirror powder makes one go insane after a few days party, believe me
True
Oh how very droll you all are with your discussions of the relative merits of the various carbonated, teeth rotting confections on the market.
but I'm reminded of a very funny poem almost all of which I've forgotten and the name of the woman who wrote it escapes me too
It's called 'My Night with a Rock Star' -
'We went to movies , it was 'Ghostbusters' all night. He leant over to utter those three magic words "Pass the wine.."
'He kept disappearing to the toilet with the beginnings of a cold. Did he offer me any... NO ! '
