Holy Moly...
Posted: 23 Jun 2006, 14:38
For them what doesn't subscribe to the salacious gossip in the weekly mailout (and you should, m'dears), this little gems filtered its way into the mailbox...
Just Can't Get E-nough
Depeche Mode are headlining Wireless on Sunday. To mark this occasion, here's a story from their 'indulgent' days.
The aftershow at their Crystal Palace gig in 1993 really was something to behold.
As this was back in the days when Dave Gahan couldn't even spell the word sober, certain provisions were made to enable the party to go off with something of a bang. Calls were made, and when a somewhat imposing looking gentleman in a BMW 3-series arrived at the gates, he was swiftly escorted to the backstage area, where he caught sight of the promoters.
He signalled to them, held up a huge carrierbag rammed to the gills with gear, and yelled, 'Got yer stuff!' Unfortunately, this was at just the moment when said promoters were engaged in conversation with one of the senior local constabulary.
Thankfully, an embarrassing incident was avoided. Those with backstage access to the party were greeted by the sight of numerous little bowls piled high with dozens and dozens of pills, resulting in all and sundry getting riotously twatted with gay abandon.
Just Can't Get E-nough
Depeche Mode are headlining Wireless on Sunday. To mark this occasion, here's a story from their 'indulgent' days.
The aftershow at their Crystal Palace gig in 1993 really was something to behold.
As this was back in the days when Dave Gahan couldn't even spell the word sober, certain provisions were made to enable the party to go off with something of a bang. Calls were made, and when a somewhat imposing looking gentleman in a BMW 3-series arrived at the gates, he was swiftly escorted to the backstage area, where he caught sight of the promoters.
He signalled to them, held up a huge carrierbag rammed to the gills with gear, and yelled, 'Got yer stuff!' Unfortunately, this was at just the moment when said promoters were engaged in conversation with one of the senior local constabulary.
Thankfully, an embarrassing incident was avoided. Those with backstage access to the party were greeted by the sight of numerous little bowls piled high with dozens and dozens of pills, resulting in all and sundry getting riotously twatted with gay abandon.
