freaky dancin’

I was at a Happy Mondays gig. It seemed to more of some kind of christmas pagent than anything. Like at the Bay City Plazza in Geelong, excecpt, somewhere in England. I had some kind of crappy digital camera and was moving in to take a photo of Shaun Ryder who was playing the very bottom notes on a piano with one hand and eating something with the other. I called out so he would look up, but I accidentally said his brother’s name, Paul, instead. This no doubt endeard him to me.
Later, we were all in a limo, and heading for the airport or something — I said, so you don’t live in England anymmore…? , dumbly.
“No, New York. That’s where all the telly is” – he says. Like duh.