Concerning the ridiculous need for self-censorship.. (fat tips to Mr Poindexter and Ashcroft!)

You see what I mean. Ah well. You and I know that the Taliban Jeep/New York stuff is about that time that the JBC got a taxi back from the Spin offices down Broadway to our secret Downtown Headquarters. The young taxi driver with the huge beard and the black turban kept plying us with questions about every aspect of Western celebrity stupidity from Michael Jackson to Lady Diana.

He couldn't say "musician" - he kept calling us "magicians". Later that day, I overheard Owen saying to somebody - "Oh yeah, we had a taxi ride with the Taliban this afternoon." Well, a couple of months later, when Bot and I saw the documentary on the BBC where the trendy young British twat "penetrated" Taliban-run Afghanistan with his secret camera, and we heard him saying repeatedly (and endearingly nervously) "Taliban Jeep", we thought of that New York experience and we thought of our backing track and so on...

It was March 2001...

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