Primal Scream.

Bobby/Ned slash fiction???

One of the funniest things I've ever heard was a story about when Bobby decided to introduce the much-vaunted 'dance element' to their records. Apparently it caused all sorts of soul-searching in the band, culminating in one member bursting into tears and shouting about 'joining forces with everything we've ever fought against'.

One question: you know when people call them 'the scream'? Is that a joke?

SOunds like George Michael meets Suicide circa 1990.

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Yeah, that's why it's a classic. :)

After the gig I wandered backstage looking for the Scream's dressing room. I found it easily, and then I listened at the door and heard their gorgeous Scottish accents inside. I was listening for about ten minutes before I felt a tap on my shoulder.

It was their Bass Player, Mani. He asked me if I'd like to be able to hear them more clearly. I nodded my head but instead of opening the door for me he pushed me against the wall opposite.

He moved his hands all over my body still fully clothed. Our breathing started getting heavier. Then he lifted up my T-shirt and my bra and started stroking my breasts. He pressed his hands down harder and my breathing became faster. He put his head in front of my breasts and started licking the tips. They began to harden.

Just them the dressing room door opened and Bobby Gillespie walked out and stopped and stared at what he saw. "Wouldn't you rather do that inside, Mani?" He asked Mani. Mani took my hand and led me inside the dressing room. Bobby followed behind.

Inside the dressing room were the other members: Duffy, Throb and Innes. They all looked at me holding Mani's hand. I noticed I still had my T-shirt and bra lifted up and they all could see my breasts.

My nipples were softening now. They all looked as though they wanted me badly. Mani asked me to lie on a double mattress on the floor. I took all my clothes off first. My underwear seemed to disappear very quickly. It was hard to tell where it went as they were all gathered around it. There was a scuffle for my underwear then they moved nearer me and my underwear had gone. I couldn't tell which one of the cheeky Scotsmen had my underwear. I was lying on my back on the mattress. I wondered who would make the first move. Bobby did.

He spoke to me paying me compliments on my body. He knew I enjoyed hearing his voice. He looked deep into my eyes and then planted a small kiss on my lips. He moved away as if he had enough already...then he came back again. He put one of his big hands on my breasts.

He started moving the hand on my breast in a circular motion. I smiled at him. He smiled back at me... but it wasn't just a normal smile... it was a warm sexy smile. His eyes looked so beautiful when he smiled. I couldn't take my eyes off his beautiful face. The other members were becoming impatient. Innes pushed Bobby out of the way. I made a suggestion of something that would please me. Innes pushed Bobby onto the floor and started undressing him. He rubbed his hands all over Bobby's nakedness. He took Bobby's cock in his big hands and started stroking it gently. Then he put it into his mouth and sucked it. It was really turning Bobby on. While I was watching standing up now, I suddenly felt a hand on my back. The hand went and then I felt a hard cock entering me from behind. I didn't know who's it was...

Tell that to c-man.

http://observer.guardian.co.uk/omm/story/0,,1756657,00.html

I dunno, I'm seeing a promising new trent for ILX thread revivals here.

that mani though, what a cad.

Donald, Where's Your Troosers?

I was meaning to buy that OMM, after I saw the cover - "look at me, I am the new syd barret damo suzuki mick jagger roky erikson gram parsons" for the rofflez. But, seeing as it's written by (ugh) james brown, I'm glad I didn't bother.

It was their Bass Player, Mani

...that well known Scotsman with the gorgeous Scottish accent

Suggestions:

*meaningful pause*

"Suicide Sally And Johnny Guitar."

*even more meaningful pause*

Mr Gillespie clearly sees himself as this:
http://www.gerardmalanga.com/hires/0026.jpg

but in reality is far closer to this:
http://www.blackandwhitepublishing.com/biography/simplydevine/simplydevinebig.jpg

*meaningful pause*

"Suicide Sally And Johnny Guitar."

*even more meaningful pause*

Mr Gillespie clearly sees himself as this:
http://www.gerardmalanga.com/hires/0026.jpg

but in reality is far closer to this:
ihttp://www.blackandwhitepublishing.com/biography/simplydevine/simplydevinebig.jpg

Maybe they could work on this for their live shows though.

"Hart and I sit at the back and chat about models and opiates, and which is more likely to do you in quicker."

I also question whether Bobby Gillespie ever played with the Pastels. I've never heard of that before and there's so much fact bending in the article that I doubt it's true.

When computers came out, he [Andrew Innes] got one straight away and learnt how to work them. Oasis call him "Brains".

OMG.

I also got a ZX Spectrum and learned to load Manic Miner. Unless he had a mainframe that was the size of a room--in which case, kudos.