see this man?
He tweeted me the other day.
Yeah, he did.
~moment of glory~
I’m about to go to bed. But before I do, I feel the need to post this prehistoric photo of Chris and Sue from the Sneaker Pimps era.
Stuck for things to do, and with the germs of aggression floating on the air, Chris and I found an Olympic-style wrestling mat and threw each other around for ten minutes. In my mind’s eye it was like “Women in Love” with the heady mix of charging testosterone and none too subtle homo-erotic underpinnings. I’m sure it looked quite different. There were actually a couple of fans who had snuck through the Italian “security” and started taking photos. I’m sure that far from looking like Alan Bates and Ollie Reed it looked more like an ant trying to attack a doughnut. My vast weight bludgeoning little Corner into submission. Come on Hopkins, where’s the bear, let me at him.
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| — | Dave Westlake - Sneaker Pimps tour diary |
Another flight. San Diego. The gig is the best of the tour, the people here being nuts. It’s as if we have been waiting to play in San Diego since we finished a long eighteen months of touring with Kelli back in 1997/8. The whole experience drove us to the very edge and culminated in Chris trying to swim home to Middlesborough across the Pacific. Anyone with a basic grasp of geography will understand the flaw in his plan but there he was, in his little suit, giving himself to the waves. Liam ran after him and fished him out and then they wrote a song about the whole thing called ‘Low Five’. Tonight is the first time we get to perform it in its hometown. Everyone sings along and it feels like one of those moments.
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| — | Dave Westlake’s Sneaker Pimps tour diary |
Aww Sneaker Pimps were on Loveline too.
Chris and Liam starting fighting during a commercial and the mics were left on, so the whole thing was recorded. They were cursing at each other and everything. Then Liam walked out, drunk, and wandering around a foreign country looking for his hotel. The whole ordeal was kind of adorable.
