From the album ‘(Live)‘ (1976).
- Derek:
- Er, well, I was, er, I was down Hampstead tube…
- Clive:
- Yeah.
- Derek:
- … down the lav there…
- Clive:
- What, right down the lav?
- Derek:
- No, I don’t mean down the fucking lav, cunt.
- Clive:
- Well, what d’you mean then?
- Derek:
- I…
- Clive:
- Were you or were you not down the lav? You said-, you articulated the sentiment that you were down the lav.
- Derek:
- What I meant was I was down the… down the fucking gents. Right?
- Clive:
- You were in the lav?
- Derek:
- I was not in the fucking lav!
- Clive:
- You were in the lavatory?
- Derek:
- I was not in the basin.
- Clive:
- No, I-… no, all I’s trying to establish is where you fucking were!
- Derek:
- Well, I was in the lav.
- Clive:
- Fine. Right. There’s no need to…
- Derek:
- Not floating like a lonely turd.
- Clive:
- No, I knew that.
- Derek:
- That settles that.
- Clive:
- O.K., fine.
- Derek:
- Right… I was down the lav….
- Clive:
- Yeah.
- Derek:
- … and, er, I was sitting there…
- Clive:
- Yeah, well…
- Derek:
- … and, er, suddenly a little bit of paper come under the fucking door…
- Clive:
- Yeah.
- Derek:
- … and, er… (sniggers)
- Clive:
- Yeah, what, what-
- Derek:
- I opened it up.
- Clive:
- No, no, could you go back a bit there?
- Derek:
- What, you lost me?
- Clive:
- Yeah. A bit of paper come under the door…
- Derek:
- Bit of paper come under the fucking door…
- Clive:
- Yeah.
- Derek:
- … and, er, I opened it up…
- Clive:
- Yeah.
- Derek:
- … and it said, "Are you handy?"
- Clive:
- Yeah.
- Derek:
- And I thought, "’ullo, some cunt is showing out."
- Clive:
- Yeah.
- Derek:
- So, I pulled up my trousers…
- Clive:
- ‘Cause they were down, were they?
- Derek:
- They were down…
- Clive:
- Yeah-h.
- Derek:
- … round my ankles.
- Clive:
- Yeah, well, that’s-, that’s clever, that, ’cause, you know, I sometimes make the mistake of, er, not getting my trousers down and then I find the usual experience is that I get a load of crap in my trousers, which is a fucking headache. If there’s one thing I can’t stand it’s, er, walking around all day with warm crap all over me.
- Derek:
- Yeah. Oh, I agree.
- Clive:
- I try and rule that out of my life…
- Derek:
- Yeah.
- Clive:
- … I don’t know about you.
- Derek:
- Well, there’s no point in, er…
- Clive:
- Sq-
- Derek:
- … making things difficult.
- Clive:
- There’s no point in squelching every time you sit down.
- Derek:
- No. How c-
- Clive:
- But that’s just a personal view.
- Derek:
- No, yeah. No, well, of course there is the fucking pong as well.
- Clive:
- Well, I’ll tell you, four years ago I done about, ooh, must have been, well, round about, er, five and half pounds of crap…
- Derek:
- Yeah.
- Clive:
- … in my trousers, ’cause they weighed it later at the forensic laboratories. An-n-nd, the pong from that was fucking staggering.
- Derek:
- (laughs loud)
- Clive:
- You know what they did?
- Derek:
- What?
- Clive:
- The police come round – you know where I live?
- Derek:
- What, er…
- Clive:
- I-, round, you know… in Islington. The police come round and said the Queen Mother…
- Derek:
- Yeah.
- Clive:
- … who lives, sh-, you know…
- Derek:
- Well, fucking miles away.
- Clive:
- … miles away in Buckingham Palace…
- Derek:
- Yeah.
- Clive:
- … had got a whiff of it…
- Derek:
- Fuck me!
- Clive:
- And, er, they took me away…
- Derek:
- Yeah.
- Clive:
- … and had me scraped…
- Derek:
- Yeah.
- Clive:
- … and, er…
- Derek:
- Did she come and, er, identify the whiff?
- Clive:
- Yeah, she had-, well, she was a vi-, she was a key witness.
- Derek:
- Yeah.
- Clive:
- And she come along with her Japanese masseur. D’you know him?
- Derek:
- No.
- Clive:
- The Japanese masseur, the Queen Mother has.
- Derek:
- ‘Masseur’ Hulot! Eh-huh-huh…
- Clive:
- Aww, that’s fucking good, that…
- Derek:
- Yeah.
- Clive:
- … you could be on the radio…
- Derek:
- Yeah… yeah.
- Clive:
- … with that type of stuff.
- Derek:
- Huh.
- Clive:
- And, er, no, the Queen Mother come down…
- Derek:
- Yeah.
- Clive:
- … from the palace with the masseur and identified the pong.
- Derek:
- Yeah.
- Clive:
- And, you know, there were-, it was an identity parade. They had eleven separate heaps of shit…
- Derek:
- Yeah. What, and she…
- Clive:
- … one of which was mine.
- Derek:
- She dipped into ’em, did she? Or-
- Clive:
- She was blindfold.
- Derek:
- Yeah.
- Clive:
- And she walked by each heap…
- Derek:
- Yeah.
- Clive:
- … and sniffed…
- Derek:
- Yeah.
- Clive:
- … and she got mine f-, right off, you know…
- Derek:
- Yeah.
- Clive:
- … like that, said, "That is the one."
- Derek:
- Yeah.
- Clive:
- A-
- Derek:
- So what’d they do? They, er, nick you?
- Clive:
- No, th-, they held me over night…
- Derek:
- Yeah.
- Clive:
- … but I applied for Lucozade and I was released on bail.
- Derek:
- Yeah.