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comfortable, dickheads hassling you ,’

Shaun Ryder slurps his tomato soup.

He’s dimly remembering Happy Mondays’

launch party for their new album Pills ‘n’

Thrills ‘n’ Bellyaches at London Zoo’s Aquarium. True to form, Ryder has had his thrills, undoubtedly some pills, and now the bellyaches he feels like he looks (rough, blotchy, red eyes), and there are still a couple of interviews left.

‘We’ve done favours for the press because they put us on the cover years ago, but enough is enough , in England anyway,’ the weary half of Ryder takes over. ‘It’s got to the point where I’m getting my head stuck on the things that sell papers, seeing as all I talk about are concerns drugs or partying. Which is what I’ve always done,’ he Mentarily grins. ‘But it’s boring now.’

For a second, he could have broken into ‘Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now’. ‘Nah, [only

-" V p'serable when I’m stuck up in London on me own: ’cos we’ve always gone out together, which makes it fun. Even erytglgwars f’ive’re still

16 The List 23 November 6 December 1990