Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Phil And Elvis (The Other One)

phil elvis costello
You two look snazzy.

“The boys told me skinny ties were back in. Got me a purple one.”

“Oy, mate. Up me grimpers wif a Charlie Chuzzlewhit?”

What?

“British.”

I know Elvis Costello is British: I just didn’t know he was that British.

“Rumpy-pumpy inna corner flat, Guvn’r?”

“Just ignore him.”

Done.

So.

“So what? I got a gig that night. Shapiro’s place: he built the dressing room the way I want it. Plus all the cats I hired? I fucking hired them. I’ve left guitarists on the side of the road in the middle of the night.”

I heard that story, yeah.

“Listen, man: you remember that thing when my liver stopped working and they had to put another guy’s in me?”

I also heard that story.

“It’s all borrowed. Every day is a borrowed one. It’s a gift, man, and I will not spend one more day of it having the same amount of votes as Mickey.”

Concisely put.

“Scouser wit’ a wee cheeky butty dinna onna ‘er Majesty, gor blimey.

“I think he’s just making that up.”

Yeah. Phil?

“Uh-huh?”

Don’t mention Ray Charles.

“Gotcha.”

4 Comments

  1. you mean me?

  2. Sir Luther Von Baconson

    August 5, 2015 at 7:55 pm

    this must be at The CorrieCon. phil & e did a tribute to Deidre.

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