"You know the one in the dress, with the thing up her back? We’re having a chat - she’s up for it; and Baby swans up, stands in here, close - and he does the thing with the - he says the thing about the bad breath, about how I got bad breath, about my breath being bad… Okay, 15 minutes free time to enjoy the night, before the coats start leavin’, and he gives it the breath! I’m tickets at the door, seven saturdays in a row, seven straight - "Skinny, you’re on the door, Skinny, you’re on coats," the juke’s fucked, who finds a spanner and greases up his new shirt? "Skinny chum, do this pile of sick up for two and six an hour." Meanwhile, up, right, what’s he doin? What’s he doin? He’s at the bar. Ay, he’s leanin on the back bar. Is that Alan Ladd? No, I don’t think so."
From the matinee performance of Mojo on February 8th, 2014
(Please do not publish this as a link on twitter or tag it there with mojo because … well…. recording plays is a very bad thing *wink* )
