How delightful to see the Darkrider doing his bit for Burton Menswear! There he is at the corner of the Tottenham Court Road in the window of their flagship store (on a poster) behind the decks, flashing his teeth sporting a pastel stripey jumper. I'm quite against all these people saying he's sold out, of course he hasn't.
I used to bump into him alot, that is before the days of cameo appearances on Eastenders and Celebrity Big Brother evictions. At Speed in the early days (trust me it was Danny, me and a couple of mislaid Japanese tourists) I, dancing like a spastic by the speaker in the corner, got under his feet more than once. Also at Section 25 and Blackmarket and once at that Jungle stall in Camden when he winced at me and my little heart raced with fear.
It'd take nothing less that the G-Man presenting Tikkabilla on CBeebies for me to give up on those old trax, honest! (Please don't hurt me G I have a family.) Wandering down Oxford street and whaddya know, there, in the Pringles window (on a poster), deep in a fog of dry ice, clutching a bottle of lucozade, a whistle clenched between his teeth, arms akimbo in a lilac golf jumper was no less than Doc Scott.
Posted by Woebot at January 30, 2003 12:38 PM