Realising they shared an affinity for Jim Beam, Beastie Boys and Star Wars, they pledged to become each others heterosexual life partners and started a radio show (creatively titled ‘The Dave & James Show’) and a uni newspaper column (game-changingly called ‘The Dave & James Column’), respectively heard/read by tens upon tens of people.
Agreeing that they’d peaked after a uni prank that involved an earless pig’s head on a metal stake, they retreated to the furthest corners of the Earth to live off the spoils. A 14-year hiatus followed.
Fast forward to now: George Lucas has made being a Star Wars fan an exercise in self-loathing; stretch marks have grotesquely distorted our Mike D belly tattoos and Jim Beam’s sweet siren call only manages to lure us to his rocky shores when the crack dries up.
During an intense, monastic meditation atop the pointy steeple of an abandoned Pizza Hut, James had a vision: A forlorn Dave struggling to achieve the ‘Inverted Dog’ during an intermediate Pilates class. Communion was required.
Then is then. Now is not then, but now. Blog-spamming your cyber-think to the interwebz is the future.
Talking shit is timeless.
Dave & James