#askjohnenty

Lightning struck the sky, flashing a white light into the dark living room of Roger’s home. The electricity had gone out and the two were reduced to candlelight, the thunder rattling the silver streaked windows of rain. Pete had borrowed the car, leaving the singer and bassist alone to their senses with no way of leaving the house. “If Pete gets inna car crash becos’ of th'storm, I’m not goin’ out to collect his mangled dead body. We’d be carryin’ him home t'Karen in a li'le box labelled Pieces of Pete.”

"When life brings you down, jus’ be glad you’re not an old decrepit man like me—or wanderin’ ‘round heaven wonderin’ why th’ hell you’re there instead ov rottin’ in th’ bloddy ground."

"Well, if you’re Nick Mason, then I’m assumin’ it’s th’ crust you’ve taken awff oll th’ pies you eat."

Arrogance. Its the one thing that gets on John’s nerves. There’s nothing more irritating than a person who bosses everyone around because they think they’re right and can never be wrong. Someone who’s pushy doesn’t go high on his list of admirable people. This might be why he and Roger could clash sometimes!

    As he sat with the young ginger, he gave a tired sideways glance towards her, an aged expression of sorrow on his face. “I can’t even begin t’count th’days I’ve cried about Keith’s death. I’m glad you’re here. At least for now.”

   ”Ov course I like Keith. As for feelin’s, it’s like this. He’s like one of those flends y’ve got that you sor’a depend on f’r entertainment an’ support an’ good fun. He’s a hassle t’ deal wif, sometimes, he’s emotional, idn’ he. I dunno how t’describe our friendship really. I could like like  him, an’ I olso couldn’t. You ask him an’ see what he says. He’ll prob’ly give you a moch more satisfyin’ answer.”