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FTM FTW! ([info]freethemarquee) wrote,
@ 2006-11-20 16:10:00


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RICHARDS: I don't think BOB GELDOF thinks he needs anybody's help. But I wonder if BOB GELDOF has realized that he's way out on a limb. I feel like I'm BOB GELDOF'S only friend. I know the way BOB GELDOF lives. I know everybody else who knows BOB GELDOF. I know that Charlie Watts dished him out a great fucking right hook and that was Charlie Watts saying, "You and I have had it." It was '84 or '85, and BOB GELDOF was wearing my jacket at the time. It really pissed me off. Charlie punched him into a plateful of smoked salmon and BOB GELDOF almost floated out the window along the table into a canal in Amsterdam. I just grabbed his leg and saved him from going out. Meanwhile, my jacket, my favorite jacket, got ruined. Why did I lend him that jacket?

PLAYBOY: What was the fight about?

RICHARDS: It was about absolutely nothing. I had taken BOB GELDOF out for a drink in Amsterdam, so at five in the morning, he came back to my room. He's drunk by now. BOB GELDOF drunk is a sight to behold. Charlie was fast asleep. "Is that my drummer? Why don't you get your arse down here?" Charlie got dressed--in a Savile Row suit, tie, shoes--shaved, came down, grabbed BOB GELDOF and went boom! "Don't ever call me 'your drummer' again. You're my fucking singer."

NEVER DOUBT THE CANON.

this message made possible by hogwarts on tour and the good citizens of memerica.


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CHARLIE WATTS &C, CHAPTER 2.4
(Anonymous)
2006-11-22 06:57 am UTC (link)
PREVIOUSLY ON CHARLIE WATTS: BOWIE. HUGH JASTON. MARIANNE. CUDDLERAY. DAVID GEST. QUEBECOIS SAVAGES!

THE DRIVE BACK TO LONDON PASSED EXPONENTIALLY FASTER THAN THE TRIP TO CUDDLERAY’S. WITHOUT BOWIE’S CHATTERING TO DRIVE HIM CRAZY, CHARLIE HAD AMPLE TIME TO START FLESHING OUT A PLAN FOR QUEBEC. A FEW PHONE CALLS HAD PRODUCED THE NAMES OF TWO COPS WHO WERE STILL FRIENDLY TO THE ORGANIZATION AFTER THE ’77 DEBACLE IN TORONTO.

FUCKING KEEF.

THE MOBILE RANG AGAIN JUST AS CHARLIE PULLED INTO A PARKING SPACE IN FRONT OF THE HOTEL THAT DOUBLED AS HEADQUARTERS.

“HALLO?”

“CHARLIEEEEEEEEE! WHAT’S UP, MAN? WHAT’RE YOU DOING?”

OH, THIS WAS ALL HE NEEDED. “HAI RONNIE. JUST, UH, RUNNING SOME ERRANDS. WHAT’S UP?”

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“NOTHING, MAN, NOTHING. JUST WANTED TO REACH OUT TO MY FAVORITE DRUMMER AND SAY HAI.” RON SOUNDED NERVOUS – NEVER A GOOD THING. “SO. HAI.”

CHARLIE BIT HIS TONGUE TO KEEP FROM SNAPPING AT RONNIE. IT WASN’T THE KID’S FAULT HE WAS ALWAYS SO OUT OF TOUCH WITH EVERYONE ELSE. AS THE SOLE MUSICIAN-ONLY MEMBER OF THE STONES, HE SPENT MORE TIME IN THE DARK THAN JOE COCKER. WELL, THAT AND THE YEARS HE’D SPENT UNDER THE THUMB OF ROD STEWART MEANT THAT RONNIE HAD GOTTEN THE SHORT END OF MORE THAN A DOZEN STICKS.

SOMETIMES LITERALLY.

“LOOK, RONNIE, IT’S GREAT TO HEAR FROM YOU BUT I’M PRESSED FOR TIME TODAY. DID YOU NEED SOMETHING?”

“OH, NO. NO. I JUST. WELL, THAT IS... NO, IT’S NOTHING. GET BACK TO YOUR ERRANDS, MAN. I’LL CALL YOU IN A FEW DAYS.” HIS VOICE FELL A LITTLE AT THE END OF HIS HALTING SPEECH. “IT’S NOTHING, RLY.”

“ARE YOU SURE?”

“YEAH, MAN. I GOTTA GO ANYWAY; ROD’S ON THE OTHER LINE.”

CHARLIE THUMBED THE END BUTTON, FEELING UNEASY. THERE WAS SOMETHING WRONG WITH RONNIE BUT HE COULDN’T WRAP HIS BRAIN AROUND IT. HE GLANCED AT THE DISPLAY OF THE MOBILE AND SLUGGISHLY COUNTED THE HOURS SINCE HE’D LAST SLEPT.

“OH, FUCK ME,” HE GROANED. TWENTY-EIGHT HOURS AND SOME CHANGE AND HE COULD FEEL IT IN EVERY PORE.

THE LOBBY AT HQ WAS BUSTLING WITH ACTIVITY. HE FLASHED HIS CREDENTIALS AT THE DESK GUARD AND RODE THE ELEVATOR UP TO THE SEVENTH FLOOR. ONE OF THE TROLL BROTHERS WAS WAITING FOR HIM WHEN THE DOORS OPENED.

“I BROUGHT THE SIG. ALL THE OTHER GUNS ARE SHIT.”

“Y HALO THAR TO YOU TOO, ASSHOLE. HOW’S MARCO?”

ASSHOLE!TROLL SHOT HIM A GLARE AND PIVOTED SHARPLY TO WALK DOWN THE HALLWAY. “MARIANNE SAID YOU’VE GOT TO BE FIELD RATED AGAIN BEFORE YOU LEAVE. LET’S GO. I’VE SEEN YOUR LAST EXAMINATION. HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET CERTIFIED IN THE FIRST PLACE?”

CHARLIE DIDN’T BOTHER TO RESPOND. ONE OF THE TROLLS’ ENDURING CHARMS WAS THEIR COMPLETE INABILITY TO HAVE A CIVILIZED CONVERSATION.

THE FIRING RANGE ITSELF REEKED OF CORDITE AND STALE SWEAT. TAKING CARE NOT TO BREATHE TOO DEEPLY, CHARLIE SLUNG A PROTECTIVE HEADSET AROUND HIS NECK AND GRABBED THE SIG OUT OF ITS CASE. ASSHOLE COUGHED.

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“OH, FOR FUCK’S SAKE. WHAT NOW?” CHARLIE GROWLED.

“BREAK IT DOWN.” ASSHOLE CROSSED HIS ARMS AND GLOWERED, SWEAT GLISTENING ON HIS PROTRUDING BROW.

“I’M NOT SOME FUCKING ROOKIE, ASSHOLE. BREAK IT DOWN YOURSELF IF YOU WANT IT DONE.”

ASSHOLE UNCROSSED HIS ARMS AND SHIFTED HIS WEIGHT AS CHARLIE STARED HIM DOWN. “ALL RIGHT, FINE.”

THAT WAS THE TRICK TO DEALING WITH THE TROLLS – THEY ALWAYS BACKED DOWN.

EVENTUALLY.

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Re: CHARLIE WATTS &C, CHAPTER 2.4
(Anonymous)
2006-11-22 07:00 am UTC (link)
A+++++ WOULD READ AGAIN!

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Re: CHARLIE WATTS &C, CHAPTER 2.4
(Anonymous)
2006-11-22 07:04 am UTC (link)
HAHHAHAHA, BRILLIANT! WE LOVE YOU! :)

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Re: CHARLIE WATTS &C, CHAPTER 2.4
(Anonymous)
2006-11-22 07:11 am UTC (link)
AWESOME! BEST ONE YET! YOU SHOULD REALLY MAKE A SEPARATE JOURNAL TO KEEP ALL THE PARTS OF THIS STORY IN, SO THEY CAN BE TOGETHER FOREVER! AND PEOPLE COULD READ THEM IN ONE LUMP. THEN THE MARQUEENS COULD LINK TO IT ON THE USER INFO.

BUT PLZ TO POST THE PARTS HERE FIRST!

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Re: CHARLIE WATTS &C, CHAPTER 2.4
(Anonymous)
2006-11-22 09:50 am UTC (link)
*IS DEAD FROM BRILLIANCE*

ILU BB!

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