"That's f***ing rock n roll, all that Mary Chain bullshit, wearing pin stripe suits and talking stocks, shares and dividends, bullshit man."
I looked over my shoulder and there was William looking up at me, all spiky hair and pinstripe suit. He raised a thumb in acknowledgement, all Glasgow drawl
"too right mate, too right"
and he turned back to talk about stocks and shares or some such bullshit with his similarly suited guests.
Ten days on tour and those were the only words they spoke to any of us. Neil had the most embarrassing moment when approaching one of the brothers during the sound check to engage in guitarist small talk he had been completely blanked.
But it was Isabel, from the other support band, Drugstore who took it hardest.
"Why wont they talk to us? It's so insulting",
and we all agreed it was, and went back to drinking their, much larger than ours, rider which they'd made the mistake of offering to share with an Irish band on the first night. They were clearly coming to regret their generosity, and had recently added a caveat that we had to leave the wine alone.