Chapterhouse: Pillow Talk

Into the dressing room of the Manchester International comes a figure in tight yellow tartan flares. "The chicks love these strides, man. Ha ha. Anyone seen my supply of johnnies?" Much raucous depravity and filthy hub-bub follows as five boys wax lewd about tarts, booze, haemorrhoids and the rockest, rollest ways to take to the road. "Waargh, we're off to shag them birds we met in Bradford. Cor, talk about satisfaction!"