so, there we were, my co-host and I, ready to interview AM for dinky community radio.
she has a remarkable psychosomatic capacity in relation to liquor; placebo effect all over the place.
in short, what's his face--the lead singer--held her hair back during the *ahem* ejective process the whole night while I listened to the rest of the band complain about how boring it was to go on tour (read: no groupies), but really they're very happy to have done so well for themselves, being a tiny little Strine band and all.
I hold it an eternal example of the success of the unconventional in achieving one's goals (my friend having been, needless to say, quite soppy about the fellow).
While I'm here may I also note that One Crowded Hour is the title of a biography of newscameraman - name escapes me - who was shot in Cambodia and sort of ended up filming his own death. My former flatmate Pokus said it was a good read.