What’s all this I keep hearing about Leslie Ash? Apparently she’s blown up over Europe - WTF? Are we talking suicide bombing here?
I met her once, Pre ‘lips’ stage, it was a week day, I remember that because it was June, she was clutching a plastic bag full of out of date sandwiches from Tesco, apparently she’d bought them after seeing the super low prices in the reduced section – egg and bacon for 50p, chicken caesar a pound. So, bargain crazy and cross eyed with greed she’d grabbed the lot.
Full of remorse as soon as she stepped out the shop, she was trying to get rid of the cut price bounty. She approached me from behind and grabbed my shoulder and leant in as if to whisper something in my ear, I froze for a millisecond, all my training went out the window, panicking I lashed out blindly and ineffectively with my arms instead of delivering a devastating backwards head butt (as I had practiced for so many years during the father–son anti-rape lessons I was forced to take.)
Leslie took advantage of my panicked state and swiftly dispatched two well placed rabbit punches to each of my kidneys, and as I fell to my knees I remember thinking - well that’s me urinating blood for the next week or so.
As I came round I realised someone was going through my pockets, I regained my senses enough to see it was Leslie Ash! As soon as she saw I had opened my eyes she quickly stopped rummaging and muttered what I assumed at the time was an apology. Now I think of it she may have been telling me to keep my mouth shut. It was all a bit of a blur.
She asked I if wanted to buy some knackered sandwiches. They were well past their sell by date but God Damn she made a good case for them, I bought three for a fiver.
Goodbye Leslie Ash you strange inflated creature, too crazy for this world, God only knows what they’ll make of you in the next.