Back in April 2001 I met Sludge for the first time. He was naked lying across the bonnet of a spunk encrusted Skoda Octavia while two men were snapping branches from an oak tree and spanking his arse. He didn't realise he was in the wrong car park but seemed to enjoy himself with an apple in his mouth. I must admit to being surprised as well as I carried my electric piano to the car after a gig.Originally Posted by dembethewarrior
After that I operated a blow up doll cleaning service for him. An official secrets act prevents me revealing the sort of items I flushed out, but the money came in handy.
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