#THIRTEEN DAYSSSSSS

[hephaestn]

Midnight at the Pera Palace (2022) — Season 1, Episode 7: Confrontation

[cuttheropesandlivefree]

I WON'T EVEN READ THIS RIGHT NOW BUT I READ A BIT AND IT REMINDS ME OF THE LITTLE FIC I WROTE ABOUT TWELVE THIRTEEN FOURTEEN YEARS AGO ABOUT RIK AND ADE IN THE DRESSING ROOM AND STENCH AND SJFKSG EARLY DAYSSSSSS

I want to write again but I'm so tired all the time I can't get in the mindset but these old photos and posts make me really want to <3

and this month... jeez... I really should try... because last year in june I went to the bench thinking about him already so YES kick up my own butt to DO.THIS.

this is so funny and disgusting to me (from berserker!). this sounds exactly like something rick/vyv or richie/eddie would do

because i love biographies here are more anecdotes about this Phenomenon. it kills me that they all remembered and independently commented on THIS part of the comic strip when according to alexei no one he asked could even remember what the first opening night was like. that stench was bad 😭

alexei sayle, thatcher stole my trousers:

All the core performers had instinctively begun wearing suits though throughout the following year none of us had thought to get these suits cleaned ever, so pretty soon they were all stiff and stinking with sweat. Rik and Ade had bought their outfits at a discount place called the Houndsditch Warehouse. They had been made in Communist Romania out of what looked like cheap purple carpet and cost £10 each which wasn’t a lot of money even back then.

jennifer saunders, bonkers:

All the boys are squashed into the other [dressing room], next door. We do go in and hang with them sometimes, but, to be honest, it stinks. They are always dripping with sweat when they come offstage, and the only facility to wash in is a sink which is always filled with bottles of beer. Their stage suits are hung up, wet with sweat, and left to dry out before being worn the next night. The funk of BO and fags is heavy in the air, spiced up with a whiff of old doner kebab, chips from the night before and the odd fart. It hums.

dawn french, dear fatty:

Our dressing room wasn't so bad, or if it was, it was masked by a heady top note of hairspray, perfume and deodorant. The boys’ room was a rank, acrid, humming place. They used to sweat a lot with nerves, then sweat more onstage, then take off their stage outfits, hang them up on the floor and never wash them. I think they thought it was unlucky to do so, or something. They might have been able to wash their armpits in the sink in their dressing room, if the sink hadn't been full of ice and lager cans.

[snowglobeswiftt]

...but you painted me golden💫

LOVER IN THIRTEEN DAYSSSSSS