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not grace jones
Roddy Doyle takes on Electric Picnic and it involves some yellow pills
“An’ there’s this lad has a plastic bag full o’ yellow tablets an’ he says they’re for this asthma…”
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After Electric Picnic drew to a close in the early hours of this morning, Doyle took on the last big music festival of the summer – in his own inimitable style:
-Didn’t see you over the weekend.
-I was at the Electric Picnic.
-F*ck off. Were yeh?
-I went up on Friday. It’s in – what’s the county that no one comes from?
-Laois.
-Yeah. So I drove the granddaughter up. An’ I’m gettin’ her gear out o’ the van and this girl doin’ security must’ve thought I was as well, cos she throws one o’ the yellow reflective jackets at me. An’, like, I put it on and next of all I’m searchin’ the bags. An’ there’s this lad has a plastic bag full o’ yellow tablets an’ he says they’re for this asthma. An’ I say, ‘D’yeh think I came down in the last shower?’, an’ I take one.
-Oh, f*ck. Wha’ happened?
-I ended up playin’ drums for Grace Jones. Don’t f*ckin’ ask me how. But, by all accounts, I was very good.
-What’s Grace like?
-Well, there now. The bass player – a nice chap – he tells me it isn’t Grace at all. It’s just a big bird puttin’ on the Jamaican accent an’ Grace is actually back in her hotel with a mug o’ Horlicks. But then, I might’ve been dreamin’ tha’ bit. Or all of it.
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