"The
game had finished - I don't remember the
score but I know for certain that I played
very well indeed - and I'd invited Elton
and the boys out for a few drinks in a
bar I knew, on the Dudley side of town,
you understand. As we're walking across
the car park, a Villa fan hollers some
hilarious comment about Welsby's mullet
*here, Marvin struggled to contain his
laughter and sprayed saliva over my face*.
"So Welo turns his
head ready to give this guy what for,
but one of his mates sticks a foot out
in his path and Elton topples over it
like a stickman, plunging headfirst into
a huge puddle that had been residing in
the club car park since John Fashanu urinated
there some six months earlier *tears start
rolling down Marvin's cheeks*.
"Elton was none too pleased, I can
tell you, and told us where we could stick
our drinks, but the rest of us were in
stitches, including the Villa fan. What
a scallywag.
"Sadly, that was the last time I
saw Elton for probably four or five years,
bar catching his showman appearances on
The Match on Sunday afternoons, before
he was ousted by Matt Lorenzo. I even
tuned in to Busman's Holiday once or twice
to see his progress, but by then the mullet
had gone. Rumour has it he was never the
same after that car park incident, and
swore with a passion he would never again
lower himself to watching Gladiators."
Marvin's UK 'Diaphragm Dancer'
tour continues tonight when he visits
East Worksop.
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