Fun seeing the late, great Red Price on the BBC4 Brit r’n’r prog. I sometimes trod on his gout ridden toes when desperate to get off the stage during an interminable residency. I’ve never seen anyone else drink a bottle of whisky upended straight at the ceiling.
He once dried out in a lunatic asylum while resident at Batley Variety club. Which sums up show business. The residents were watching a drama where someone gets a drink then puts it down to talk. Tension built up until someone shouted at the screen, ‘Drink it!’