horoscopes. New Year's eve Jules and
Laurent behaved as party crashers.
They didn't believe we had no TV.
When I showed them the progress
I've made as a drummer, Laurent
said: would you mind stop banging
on those drums. I knew I had to
avoid mentioning the name Buddha
in Jules' presence, but Emile was
quickly silenced with: buddhism,
new age ... my ass. And Laurent
knew about horoscopes: yes, and
I am the Big Dipper. When we ran
out of booze, they said: fine, thank
you ... and goodbye. I haven't seen
them since. Of course I never
returned to the Gil Blas.
