rog vs Germany Pt II
so I was saying how thanks to the escapades in Switzerland I was a bit nervous about Rog picking up Andre Crom
the story so far ;
You are of course referring to VVWI's very own Andre Crom. Who is a top lad.
Roger was stopping with me in Ibiza for a week. I was DJing and we'd just arrived
.... on a side note ; Rog had his funeral suit on that he'd had on the night before at My House and all the Ketoloco lads turned up in Ibiza and saw Roger and did a triple take as he was in exactly the same place (behind booth) in exactly same clothes. Their faces! ....
anyway.... I was playing and I had totally forgotten Andre was coming and I had A) never met him despite him being on my label B) promised him a rollicking good , pick him up at the airport etc and C) he's never been to Ibiza.....
So I was DJing and thinking about solutions. The obvious solution of sending Rog, the only other person insured for my car... the nearest person in proximity even... the industry person who often picked up DJs from airports... never crossed my mind while I was racking my brains. Why? because I had never met Andre and sending Roger to pick up a VIP German was just idiotic. Roger is my best mate but this was just not and option...
surely I'm overstating it?
no
so I'm wrestling internally while trying to DJ and the clock is ticking for Andre turning up at the airport. So I give in an say to Rog
"right, here are the car keys, here is a printout of Andre's flight. I need you to pick him up mate..."
Rog, as always it has to be said, agrees immediately : "leave it with me" he says
I switch off the monitors and give him my best Paddington hard stare :
" And Rog. Listen. NO GERMAN JOKES. This lad is important to me, he's new to the label."
Rog is all innocent ; "Hey! it's me!"
Exactly thinks I.
I have to explain at this point that the label is young, Andre has just signed to us and like I say, I've never met him or even spoken to him except online. I don't even know how good his english is in reality it's best never to assume (although our German brothers are exceptionally well educated).
So fast forward a couple of hours and Rog and Andre turn up and the fist thing I say is :
"Andre! nice to meet you. I'm really sorry I couldn't meet you. And I'm really sorry about Roger."
He is a lovely lad and smiles and says ;
"I think he is the funniest man is the world."
So I am dead nervous now.
Over the next week the 3 of hang out a fair bit so basically I find out everything that happened in those mystery hours from airport to club. I'll string them together.
So bearing in mind my only request is NO GERMAN JOKES.
Andre comes through the door at arrivals. There is a wall of people in flip flops and cutoff army pants and stupid shades and in the middle is a 6ft 2 pensioner dressed like a victorian undertaker with a handmade sign that merely says
ACHTUNGso Andre wanders over because I sent a text form the club reading : "andre... sorry I can't come to collect you I am working. My friend Roger will meet you. you can't miss him he is wearing a suit and has a white beard and is the strangest person in the airport"
So far so obvious. Andre saunters over and says " Hi, I'm Andre. You are Roger?"
So Rog apparently does a nazi salute and goes
"Yahwol!"Next they are in the car and Andre says : "So Roger... have you ever been to Germany?"
and Rog replies
"No mate. But my Dad went once."
now another fact we have to consider is that Andre (unbeknownst to me) had in fact played at My House only the night before. So he had in fact, like the ketoloco lads, already fucking MET Roger who was wearing the same outfit not 24 hours previous. And Rog being Rog had no recollection whatsoever.
So in the car Andre is talking to Rog like an old friend leading to Rog whispering in my ear later :
" I think your german mate fancies me. He keeps talking about me like he knows me".
So apparently in the car Rog is blanking him furiously cos he thinks he is a weirdo. And when Rog is nervous he comes out with all kinds of stuff. Like for example Rog is freaked out Andre keeps laughing at him so he says ;
"Fucking hell! A German with a sense of humour."
And
"Ah! where would we be without humour! .... Germany probably."
etc etc
So in conclusion. If Andre didn't happen to be ace i doubt he'd still be working with us.
As a footnote when we got back to the club the Ketoloco lads saw us again. Me, Rog and Andre... all of whom had been at My House the night before and were even more confused.
the end