From the album ‘Ad Nauseam‘ (1978).
- Clive:
- It’s very easy to get muddled up c’s-, muddled up, i’n’it?
- Derek:
- Ohh, blimey, yeah, oh yeah, hmm.
- Clive:
- An’ I wante-, I wanted to buy some, er, dark glasses, you know.
- Derek:
- Oh-h-h yeah, yeah.
- Clive:
- To keep the sun out, an’ that.
- Derek:
- (sings:) #Keep the sun out of my eyes
- Clive:
- And, er, they gave me a motorcycle instead.
- Derek:
- Tch! Fucking cunts, they-, they gave you a motorcycle?
- Clive:
- Yeah. They didn’t tell me, you know, and s-,…
- Derek:
- No.
- Clive:
- …didn’t say what it was,…
- Derek:
- No.
- Clive:
- …and so, you know, I got home and, er, put the cycle on me… nose…
- Derek:
- On your nose, yeah.
- Clive:
- …and, er, hoped that the, you know, get some shade but it was so fucking heavy those…
- Derek:
- Yeah, right.
- Clive:
- Mine was a huge great Honda, you know.
- Derek:
- Yeah, yeah.
- Clive:
- And, er,…
- Derek:
- Well, I suppose it was…
- Clive:
- …absolutely useless for getting…
- Derek:
- Well, it ruins your fucking eyes!
- Clive:
- …keeping the s-, keep the sun out.
- Derek:
- Ruins your eyes. W-
- Clive:
- And then, er, I made another mistake, I-, I jumped on my dark glasses and tried to, you know, zoom up to Kilburn at hundred miles and hour on the dark glasses…
- Derek:
- (laughs)
- Clive:
- …I was sat on them and, er, didn’t fucking move. I was-, I felt a cunt, you know, I was sitting in the middle of the road on-, o-…
- Derek:
- Trying to rev up on one of the fucking…
- Clive:
- Trying to rev up on a pair of polaroids, you know.
- Derek:
- Yeah, yeah.
- Clive:
- They should, you know,…
- Derek:
- They should fucking label things!
- Clive:
- They should fucking label things.
- Derek:
- (clears throat:) Yeah, well, I-, I went to the, er, I went to the, er, the grocers the other day, you know,…
- Clive:
- Mmm.
- Derek:
- …get some Brussels sprouts. I said, "A pound of Brussels sprouts, please."
- Clive:
- Yeah.
- Derek:
- He gave me a packet of three. And I went home and I, you know, I boiled ’em up.
- Clive:
- Yeah.
- Derek:
- And, er, well, I-, you know, Valerie…
- Clive:
- They-, they-, they taste nothing like Brussels sprouts.
- Derek:
- Well, Valerie-, Valerie said nothing and I said nothing c-, you know, I just-, I put a lot of salt on ’em, an’ that. Luckily they were lubricated otherwise they’d have been really dreadful.
- Clive:
- Yeah.
- Derek:
- But I-, you know, if people would label things, take the fucking time out to label things…
- Clive:
- Yeah, I mean, I bet-, I bet there’s some poor cunt who, you know, got some girl up the spout ’cause he put Brussels sprouts all over his knob…
- Derek:
- Right! Well…
- Clive:
- …as a precaution. That’s no fucking good.
- Derek:
- Well, there’s Derek Grebe…
- Clive:
- Derek Grebe?!
- Derek:
- Derek-, Derek Grebe, er, went in there to grocers afterwards and he said, "I’ll have a packet of three," and they gave him a pound of Brussels sprouts.
- Clive:
- Oh, fuck, and so Doreen’s pregnant now.
- Derek:
- Right, yeah.
- Clive:
- Well, y-, y-n-, my, er, my Ann. She wanted some lip gloss, you know, we’re going out celebrating that night and, er, she said, you know, "I’ll just have the French Orlain, er, lip gloss," you know,…
- Derek:
- Yeah, that’s all, that’s…
- Clive:
- That’s all she asked for.
- Derek:
- Yeah, yeah…
- Clive:
- And, er, they gave her a cement mixer.
- Derek:
- Tch.
- Clive:
- And she was distraught, you know, I said, you know, I-, she’s always, you know, late dressing, fiddling around with her hair, and that, you know…
- Derek:
- Oh, fucking cunt, she is, mate! Frankly.
- Clive:
- Well, y-, frankly, yeah, a cunt. But, you know, er-r-r… she-, she…
- Derek:
- Fucking stupid cunt, I’d like to kick her fucking cunt OFF!!
- Clive:
- Well, you can any time, but the point was I said, you know, "Where are you? W-why are you taking so long?" She said, "I can’t get this lip gloss on". And there she was, struggling with a cement mixer…
- Derek:
- Tch.
- Clive:
- …on her face, and, er, I said, y-kn, I said, "Never mind, you look fine with it on," you know, with a-
- Derek:
- Ohh, wait a moment, you see, cor, fucking hell, ‘s coming back to me! Two weeks ago, tch, Fred was going to put down a patio outside the backyard…
- Clive:
- Yeah, I remember that.
- Derek:
- …and, er, I went out there about four hours later, he said he’d been working for about four hours,…
- Clive:
- Yeah.
- Derek:
- …and there was fucking lip gloss all over the grass.
- Clive:
- Oh, shit, that’s-
- Derek:
- That’s probably what’s happened.
- Clive:
- Ob-, Obv-, O-, Obviously th-, err, that’s where…
- Derek:
- There’s been that confusion.
- Clive:
- …there’s been that confusion.
- Derek:
- Christ. Fucking n-. You see if only people would label…
- Clive:
- If-, if they’d fucking label things you-, y-, y-, you’d know where you were.