AGE, MY RHYTHM BUDDY!

We played Nottingham Rock City with Iggy, the scene backstage Age was playing a game called 'catch biscuit' where he'd throw little biscuits from the band's luxurious food hamper style rider (not!) and catch them in his gob... while tripping on acid! I spied a box of those funny white ice cube sized toilet fresheners you put down the urinal and threw him one, it may have been my excellent throw, or more likely the acid that heightened his mouth-to-eye co-ordination, consequently it went straight down and almost choked the big lunk. How we all laughed and I hoped I'd not given him a bum trip. Luckily he didn't beat me up. Ah, the memories...