Chapter Sixteen
Double Trouble
The last person I expect to see in our hotel bar is Sindee. We have three days off and I am at a loose end. The residual excitement of last night propels me from my room but all I find downstairs is the same old same old. Ben is rocking back and forth, looking deranged. Vinny is sitting looking stupid. Russell is alongside him talking rubbish. I almost plead with him to get the f**k out.
“Why – is there some kind of amazing bacon museum I should visit?” he says with heavy sarcasm. “Why don’t you go out and find where all the hottest Danish bitches are at – I’ve got seven inches of solid pork that needs frying in p***y fat!”
He even grabs his own crotch as he says it. Is vulgarity compulsory in heavy rock drummers?
“Russell, you are such a f**k-wadding n
