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It's catch up time so here we go:

Turn the page 3 of 16

Sitting with Chuck D and Flavour Flav (of Public Enemy) as well as the entire Anthrax backstage at the Brixton academy watching cricket and taking it easy. Flav is the most amazing character I'd met, with different huge clocks swaying around his neck and rapper clothes he just busted rymes 24/7 to everthing..unbelievable.Lets just say Chuck D had attitude and presence..
Anyway, there we are all staring at a game of cricket and after about 5 minutes of silence Charlie (Anthrax drummer from da Bronx) turns to Flav and says in the most serious tone;

"Why da fuck don't they throw the bat when they run..?" 5 minutes of silence followed...

Turn the page 4 of 16 "One night in Soho "

Bunch of us headed south to watch anew group that we all revered, their first gig ever on British shores at the Lyceum Ballroom in London.The band, Metallica when they still we're teenagers.
Standing out back and Cliff Burton, the now deceased bass player (awesome!) comes out the back with a bunch of notes and asks us to go and buy some tinnies. So we head off and come back from the offy with a lot of beer. Hetfield and Burton come out and start drinking, and drinking and its not so long the beers are finished. No backstage pass but a good craic.
Gig awesome and then...
Okay, maybe we should have planned a bit better. No where to go, so we start walking around the streets of london and its getting late.All of a sudden and everything is looking a bit grim. Bricktop replicas are walking around and we realise we've arrived in perverts mecca, Soho.
It's a 24 hour wank stain on the face of london town and we're been magnetised to it..paranoia starts setting in as people start giving the familiar stare of "u lost...) so we scramble into kebab restaurant.
The three of us start buying kebabs and eating them as slow as you can go to ensure we can stay there.We decide for one to keep eating and keep guard while the other 2 catch a catnap.Of course this requires the pointman to keep eating and replacing the kebab. Things are getting desperate on the third kebab...
It's becoming apparent that project kebab shop aint gonna work...
Finally I go up and ask the owner if we can crash there. He's closing shop at 0800 in the morning and he says we can grab a booth at the back, not a problem. I start thinking about an elastoplast on the old starfish and the concept of sleeping is impossible as there is so much going on.Young kids keep running in and out and dealing with a rather large "geeser"(maybe also on project kebab?) and I'll never forget his wry smile and gold tooth..no shit sherlock!
I didn't sleep. The other two did.
At 0800 we left and walked to the train station to head north. Was it worth it..in hindsight of course but not sure back then. I do still have the autographs though from a small notebook that I have kept since then, over 20 years ago..

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