Me: ...but the worst band name ever was Red Box. I mean, I can't even remember any of their songs. All I can remember about them is that they had such a shite name.
Chris: I think they were the sort of stuff that used to get played on Philip Schofield's radio show -- wet music for grown-up indie kids.
Me: You mean like Coldplay for the 1980's?
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Me: So, what do you think about Fluffymark's going-to-Glastonbury plan? I'm still deciding if I want my very own wallowing-in-shit experience or not.
Shortly after this, our conversation was interrupted by the arrival on stage of the Arcade Fire, who proceeded to play an stupendously rocking set of rockingness which I'm not smug at all about having a ticket for, despite radio 6 going on repeatedly about how hard they were to get hold of. Who else was at this small, intimate gig? Apparently, the lead singer of Coldplay and the organiser of Glastonbury.
...I bet the tall bloke I kept elbowing was in Red Box.
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