I wanted a poster but they didn't have any, so that CD is now hanging on my wall with those two ping pong balls I pocketed at the after party. When was the last time you bought an actual CD?
The after party for the show was held at a ping pong bar. The guy who organized it was wearing a sweater with a huge photo of Morrissey's face, with "Morrissey" written below it.
Sat awkwardly for an hour or two, then finally worked up the courage to try and make friends with Murph. We go through the normal stuff, "Where are you going after this? When do you sleep? Isn't Pulp amazing? If you run into Placebo, please tell them to come back to the US." etc. The subject then turns to tequila (the magic word on this tour). I tell Murph that it makes you do weird things, like show up at the mall in your pajamas. He counters with "Showing up at the mall in your pajamas isn't that bad. It would be worse if...". I finish his sentence, "...if you woke up in a strange apartment, with petroleum jelly smeared in your ass crack?"
He excused himself and went out for a cigarette. He didn't speak to me again.