Paul Heaton's top 10 ways to pass a pub without entering Photo - train on the way back from Milan - first recording session
Ten? There never could be!
The road from Alcaniz to Teruel (Spain). In fact, most of Aragon for
the pounds and pounds of vultures that roam the skies. A hot August day, stood
mountain high, with Griffon vultures circling you up above.
Take Paul McCartney out for a quiet drink, preferably in a small
village pub (where he won't get pestered). Chat charmingly to him all
evening. When he gets pissed, take him to the toilet and pull his
trousers down. Take a visibly sharp machete out of your pocket and
chop his pecker off (at root).
Run back to house (preferably quick) and put said pecker into
microwave for 2 minutes. Then put in oven at Gas Mark 8 and leave
overnight. In the morning go for business meeting (with Tesco's) and
sell the idea.
Soon your product will be selling millions to a bunch of jumped-up,
pissed-up idiots who are too arrogant to know the difference between
McCartney sausages and Sebastian Coe's Roast Cabinet.
Beavis. For that snigger, the yap! yap! and the loveable lisp. But most
of all, for the years of unwarranted abuse from that butt-munch, Butthead.