Why?
The company I was working for this year had a heritage in traditional media – not just the digital stuff I did. They had some older guys who did print production and the like.
They drank. They liked music.
Over three lunchtime beers (worryingly typical in my 2006) the suggestion was that I went with them, and one of their wives – who also worked with us – to see this show.
I’d never heard of Dead Men Walking. Turns out they were the kind of UK ‘supergroup’ that these slightly older guys loved. Mike Peters from the Alarm, Captain Sensible from the Damned, Kirk Brandon from Spear of Destiny, and Slim Jim Phantom of the Stray Cats.
I remember a lot of beer. I remember Slim Jim being super cool.
I remember all of going back to where this couple lived, and I remember it getting really weird.
A load of blow came out. And spirits.
And then the wife is dancing suggestively as her husband looks on with a big smile.
And me and the other guy basically do a runner, one after the other.
God knows how, but we’re both outside their flat in the corridor of the bloc going “What the fuck happened?”
“Did he want us to fuck his wife?”
Dead Men Walking.
My Old Gig Tickets 