Monday, September 14

Kiss and swallow

And I who thought only bands like Strokes or Horrors got asked such question... Alas, I was mistaken!


How many members of the Manic Street Preachers have you kissed?

Sean: One. Richey. Larking - it wasn’t on the mouth. On the cheek. I think it was one of his drunken malaises, helping him stand up in a friendly way. It was a very stubbly sort of affair. A brotherly thing.

James: None. I can’t even think of kissing Sean when I was young. I’d need a couple of telephone directories to get to Nick’s level, and to kiss Sean would be incest. I saw Richey kissing a bloke once. Not one of the band. I think it was an experiment.

Nicky: I haven’t kissed any on the lips. I kissed Richey on the cheek. We’re a very touchy band but not a kissy band. Very touchy. I mean, I slept with Richey for six months, in the same bed, when we used to live with Philip [their manager]. Downstairs was the couch and the floor, which everyone wanted, and James and Sean, and me and Richey, would swap alternatively. Upstairs was a double bed, which was a bit planes trains and automobiles sometimes: ‘That’s a really soft pillow my hand’s in’ ‘That’s not a pillow!’ Richey would just get blotto and pass out, really. So it’d be an incredible smell of vodka in the morning. You know the way it kind of pours out of your skin?

And Wire wants us to believe him... as if!

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