PM: Ped
PG: What
PM: How would you like to die?
PG: Well
MO: Class, in a classy way
PG: I, I, I thought I told you. If I’m gonna die I’m gonna die, there’s fuck all I can do about it so maybe I shouldn’t think about it
PM: How would you like your pals, if you have any, to celebrate your funeral?
PG: Well I’d like them to get really pissed and say ah, Ped, not a bad lad, shit stinks like, but he’s gone now so let’s get pissed, you know what I mean
MO: Fuck ’em right off and rob his new stereo he bought
PG: You know what I mean
MO: You know what I mean. Can I have your stereo if you die?
PG: Yeah. You know I wouldn’t wanna peoplе to like grieve ovеr me cos I was fucking no one when I was here
PM: Does any body love you?
BN: I would love to die on stage
PG: A couple of people I think
BN: Dead muso. Madison Square Garden. I’d just go ha ha I’m just gonna die and you’ve just paid a tenner to see me fuck off you
PG: I mean does anyone love you?
PM: Oh one or two
MO: I don’t believe that
PG: Same here
PM: What about you Mark. Have you thought about dying, how you’ld like to die?
MO: erm erm erm. I’d like to die on the job. That’s about it
PM: Is this the standard Frankie Goes To Hollywood wish, dying on the job?
BN: yeah. Come and go at the same time
MO: (laughs)