The Bobby Gillespie Bullshit game

hah yeah fair enough, I was joking really, he's hardly the worst but there's definitely a comical aspect to his persona that is easy to laugh at

Colin Murray has a 'Midnight Meets' podcast. Here's Bobby...

https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p09yk6b1

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2021/oct/15/tenement-kid-by-bobby-gillespie-piquantly-preposterous

Gillespie himself, a man “out there on the perimeter, on the edge of consciousness, the dark, unknown regions of soul dread and psychic derangement where the straights are too scared to go,” as he puts it, in one of a number of lines you somehow imagine not in Gillespie’s voice, but that of the late Rik Mayall.

OK, I didn't know he'd sent his kids to private school - right on, Bobby. Don't know anything about his mum but his dad was a bog standard trade union apparatchik who lost Glasgow Govan to the SNP by coming across as the worst kind of Scottish Labour "stick a rosette on a donkey" dinosaur.

Born in '61, apparently. Think i've seen '64 and '62 (Wikipedia has 62) for his DOB in different places; not the biggest deal but I've always thought of him as slightly younger than the Reid brothers for example (I know William is older but Jim too)

(Seems very Boaby to have a load of different possible birthdates out there in the wild)

the autobiography is 99p as part of uk Kindle daily deals today, almost 50 pages per penny

"Gillespie is rock and roll's Oliver Twist. A punk rock fairytale, razor sharp on class struggle, music, style, and a singular view of the world resulting in one of the world's great bands. Couldn't put down"

-- Courtney Love

Siri show me 'an almost transcendental lack of self-awareness' please. (From Bobby Gillespie's book). pic.twitter.com/EB0tGFmc7O

— ⚫Neil Kulkarni (@KaptainKulk) May 13, 2022

Is he perhaps talking about the early JAMC concerts there?

He's talking about Pete Hook.

https://www.salfordstar.com/images/l/SalfordMusicFest(1).jpg

... no mention of the chemical toilet though.

Well, it was written by a chemical toilet, so...

"as the old saying goes: pioneers take the arrows"

a bit of an overblown way of talking about needing the portaloo after Hooky has just blocked it.

My favourite defensive responses to that quote getting ridiculed are probably from aging music journalists who perhaps gave 5 star reviews to Boab at some point and feel slightly attacked by this.

Having just played a set at the Pendlebury & District Garden Fete with his latest post-New Order band, Pete Hook is sitting in a deckchair, can of Boddingtons Bitter in hand, relaxing with his fellow band members. All of a sudden a voice comes from some distance away...

Boab (for it is he): Hooky!

Pete Hook carries on conversing with whoever is playing drums with him these days.

Boab (drawing nearer): Holl'! Hooky!

Hooky (to bandmates): Oh right, here they come, anyone got a pen?

Hooky rummages through a plastic Aldi carrier bag in search of a pen, by now Boab is almost upon him.

Boab (triumphantly): Hooky! Did ye no' hear me? It's me!

Hooky (looking up): Autograph is it?

Boab (mock indignantly): Autograph! As if, big yin! (turning to Hooky's bandmates) Here, he's goat some sense o' humour, yer man, in't he?

Hooky: Have you got a, er, CD you want signed or summat?

Boab: CD? Ur ye tellin' me this fuckin' mob (jerking a thumb in the direction of the band) huv goat a CD oot? Naw, it's me! Boaby!

Hooky looks nonplussed.

Boab: Boaby fuckin' Gillespie!

Hooky pulls a face and shrugs his shoulders.

Boab: Ah, ye're at it, big yin! Boaby Gillespie fae fuckin' Primal Scream!

Hooky: Oh right, of course, yeah.. I didn't... er... recognize you, the sun was um in my eyes.

Boab: Ah jist wahnted tae say, that was fuckin' awesome, so it wis. Ye've still goat it, Hooky!

Hooky: Oh right, yeah, thanks.

Boab: It takes me back tae the first time ah saw ye play...

Hooky turns to chat to whoever is playing guitar with him these days.

Boab (continuing theatrically): ... it wis Glesga, the Apollo... (turning to a bemused elderly couple on their way to a stall selling homemade jams)... that's Green's Playhoose tae you auld yins... aye, ah remember it well...

Hooky abandons his conversation and looks up, a trifle irritated.

Boab: ... fifth o' October 1979. We went doon tae the Apollo - me, McGee, Throbert, Fat Bob, Wee Eck and Soapy Soutar - we hud tae dodge P.C. Murdoch oan the wey, went therr wi' oor schoolbags still oan. Went tae see the Buzzcoaks supportit by this new shit hot band fae Manchester, Joy Di-fuckin'-vision...

Hooky sits slumped in his deckchair.

Boab: ... we didnae know whit tae expect fae this Joy Divison mob but when yer man, Curtis, comes oot wi' his mad dancin' like he's takin' a fuckin' eppy, we're like, "Whit the fuck is this aw aboot?" Soapy Soutar didnae like it much but as wis like, "Ach, away wi' ye! This is the fuckin' bees knees so it is!"...

Hooky has pulled a floppy sun hat down over his eyes.

Boab (oblivious): ... but, tae be honest, ma eyes were drawn tae the fuckin' bass player, stood wi' his back tae the audience, arrogant and contemptuous. From seeing bands such as Suicide, the Pop Group and the Fall, ah hud developed a love for confrontational performance, the 'fuck you' - pardon ma fuckin' French - attitude that these bands possessed...

People look at their watches, a faint hint of a snore escapes from under Hooky's sun hat.

Boab (gesturing round to members of public enjoying the fete): ... audiences are sometimes like cattle, grazing idly in a field waiting tae be herded tae another field, shepherded aw' their lives, unthinking, unknowing..."

There is no question now that Hooky is loudly snoring.

Boab (still oblivious): ... artists huv tae be brave; as the auld sayin' goes: pioneers take the arrows...

Boab pauses for his audience to swim in his words. Meawhile one of Hooky's entourage has nudged him and we awakes with a start.

Hooky (blearily): .. and you still owe me a fiver , Barney, ya bastid. Oh, hello, where... what ...

His drummer points him towards Boab, who is standing, hands on hips, legs planted widely apart, in deep in contemplation.

Hooky: Right. Listen Bob, we're gonna go, sun's beginning to go behind the clouds and I've got to get back to feed my ferrets.

Boab: Oh, nae problem, big yin, it's been a fuckin' pleasure...

Hooky: Cheers.

Boab: ...the fuckin' amp wi' Guitar Nero spray painted oan it, classic...

Hooky rises arthritically from his deckchair.

Boab: .. and best of aw, the portaloo! That wis a fuckin' stroke o' genius that!

Hooky: Well, you know, when you get to my age you can't be too careful.

Boab (looking confused): Aye... well... listen ah've goat tae run masel', ah've heard the lead singer fae A Certain Ratio is judging a marrow contest in wan o' thae big fuck off tents oor therr. Ah don't wahnt tae miss that!

Hooky: Yes, well, uh, see you around.

Hooky departs.

Boab stands beaming and shouts after him.

Boab: A fuckin' portaloo! Ye've still goat it, Hooky! (to himself) Noo where's that stall that's sellin' candy floss?

lemme be the first to say that any day that starts with a new installment of the Boaby Chronicles is off to a fantastic start!

wahey!

The portaloo massacre

Hilariously good. Compile these into a fanzine and sell them at Monorail.

Though it is surprising that Boaby didn't recall the Apollo balcony bouncing up and down or the front row seats getting destroyed. Wonder if he was even there?

Haven't listened to it but I thought you might appreciate
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0n9yIMQNAmI

was this one of you lot

Remember when you’re feeling a bit down on yourself that Bobby Gillespie made 2 indie albums and got a dance remix of the third one and landed the job of deciding who and what had soul for the next 30 years. Believe in yourself. Anything is possible.

— a.remote.viewer (@anewlinerelated) January 18, 2023

tbf what Boaby is an expert in, as ILXor James Redd can confirm, is Sowel not Soul.

https://www.wordsense.eu/sowel/

https://www.wordsense.eu/sowel/

... as in "poor wee sowel". Is that link working btw?

Here's a better one.

https://www.dsl.ac.uk/entry/snd/sndns3527

I’ll no say cheese. Alricht?

While shopping in his local branch of Lidl in Brighton, Boaby spots Nick Cave and his wife.

Boab: "Holl', Nick."

Nick (to his wife): "Oh not him, he's few stubbies short of a six-pack this guy. Just keep walking, act like you never heard him."

Boab: "Nicky! (to himself) Fuckin' deef auld cunt."

Boaby speeds up almost knocking over a small child in the process.

Boab: "Nick! Haud oan therr, big yin! Christ, ah'm like fuckin' Stirling Moss here wi' this fuckin' trolley."

Nick: "Oh, it's you."

Boab: "Aye, ah course it's me."

Nick (heavy sigh): "What is it?"

Boab: "Ah've goat a bone tae pick wi' you."

Nick: "Strewth, what've have I done now?"

Boab: "Ah think you know very well whit ye've done noo!"

Nick (exasperated): "Oh not this coronation business again!"

Boab: "Aye, this coronation business! Very much this fuckin' coronation business!"

Nick: "Look, I explained it all in my blog, I've got nothing more to say on the matter".

Boab: "Like ah'm gonnae be reading your fuckin' blog! Onywey, ah've goat plenty tae say oan "this matter". Ah've goat plenty tae say aboot you arse-lickin' the fuckin' Royal fuckin' Family!"

Nick: "Look I can see you're upset..."

Boab: "Upset? Upset? How could you dae this tae... rock and roll! Tae... Brighton! Tae... yer fellow users o' hair dye!"

Nick: "I just have an inexplicable emotional attachment to the Royals – the strangeness of them, the deeply eccentric nature of the whole affair that so perfectly reflects the unique weirdness of Britain itself...”

Boab's eyes start to glaze over.

Nick (continuing): "... I’m just drawn to that kind of thing – the bizarre, the uncanny, the stupefyingly spectacular, the awe-inspiring..."

Boab (dismissively): "... ye can see aw' that oan... fuckin'... Britain's Goat Talent every fuckin' week... and Ant and Dec are oan THAT tae!"

Nick (determined to finish): "... riiiiight ... er... where was I?"

Boab: "In the middle o' sellin' oot, mate."

Nick: "Look, as well as all that guff I gave as an excuse earlier it's as simple as this: you want a knighthood, I want a knighthood ..."

Boab: "... here ah object tae that remark, ah don't wahnt any knighthood... a baronetcy aye but..."

Nick: "Listen, the PM of Oz, who is a top bloke by the way, was aaaasked to choose 14 outstanding Australians..."

Boab (cracking up): "... ye whit? Ye mean they actually managed tae find 14 outstanding Australians? Noo, ah've heard every'hin'!"

Nick: "... as I was saying, you mongrel, I was chosen to represent Oz as one of the 14 outstanding Australians and I thought, bonzer, I could go for that."

Boab: "Aye well, ye've broat disgrace tae the ageing hipster community o' Brighton - which, let's face it, is maist o' Brighton".

Nick: "Listen, mate, you're only jealous 'cuz you didn't get aaaasked by the, er, President of, er, Scotland."

Boab: "Get tae fuck, ya wide-o! Ye've fuckin' done the wrang thing and ye know ye huv... and, by the way, ye wahnt 14 outstanding Scottish people? Well whit aboot the fuckin' Scottish rugby team that fuckin' beat the English at Twickenham in the 6 Nations? No' that ah know much aboot Rugby Union..."

Nick: "... obviously not, there's 15 in a team..."

Boab: "... aye, well, ye get mah fuckin' point."

Nick: "Yeah, mate, I get your point but we're not achieving much standing in the middle of Lidl arguing about it. Now rack off ya galah, I've got heaps of shrimps to buy for the barbie."

Boab: "Right... aye well... (Boaby looks around for something to grab from the shelves) here's some fuckin' shoe polish, stick that oan yer eyebrows, 'cos yer foolin' naeb'dy ya lanky auld cunt!"

Boaby bustles off, almost knocking over the same child he'd almost knocked over earlier.

Nick: "Fuck me, talk about the pot and the kettle..."

Mrs Nick: "So that was Jason Gillespie was it?"

Nick (forcefully): "Bobby Gillespie! BOBBY Gillespie!!"

Boaby sticks his head out from behind a stack of tinned pineapples.

Boab: "Someb'dy wahntin' an autograph?"

lool! nice one

Boab, or at least the Primal Scream account retweets a lot of Novara Media stuff. It can't be that long before he get's the coveted Aaron Bastani interview.

love these posts.

A+

Verse 1 (Bobby Gillespie):
In the darkest hours of night
When the stars refuse to shine
I'm lost in the wilderness
Trying to find my way to you

Chorus (Nick Cave):
Oh my love, where have you gone?
Left me stranded here alone
My heart is broken, my soul undone
Come back to me, my darling one

Verse 2 (Jim Reid):
I've been searching high and low
Through the valleys and the hills
I've been calling out your name
But the echoes bring no thrill

Chorus (Nick Cave):
Oh my love, where have you gone?
Left me stranded here alone
My heart is broken, my soul undone
Come back to me, my darling one

Bridge (William Reid):
The night is long and cold
And my heart is growing old
I need you by my side
To make me feel alive

Chorus (Nick Cave):
Oh my love, where have you gone?
Left me stranded here alone
My heart is broken, my soul undone
Come back to me, my darling one

Outro (Bobby Gillespie):
In the deepest depths of pain
I know that love will rise again
And when it does, I'll hold you tight
And never let you out of sight.

Chatgpt4?

https://x.com/audiac/status/1726364712949154000

I was on the number 30 bus in Dalston recently alongside Bobby Gillespie.

― ailsa, Tuesday, 5 December 2023 14:01 (forty-seven minutes ago) bookmarkflaglink

Boab is due at a meeting with Alan McGee but finds himself stranded on the wrong side of London. McGee phones...

Al: That you Bob? Where are ye?

Boab: Still oan ma fuckin' way, wee man. it's fuckin' pishin' it doon here.

Al (sarcastically): Did ye no' bring yer anorak?

Boab: Here you, ah've no' worn an anorak since Splash One in 1986.

Al: Well no' since ye discovered there was no money to be made in indie rock.

Boab: Ha fuckin' ha. Here you, by the way, where was the fuckin' limo?

Al: The limo?

Boab: Aye, ma fuckin' ride... ya ride!

Al (wearily): How many times do I have to tell you, Bob, it's no' 1994 anymore.

Boab: Aye, ah don't ah know it!

Al: Jump in a cab!

Boab: Fuck that, dae ye know how much taxis cost in this toon? Ah'm gettin' the fuckin' bus.

Al: The bus? That'll take forever!

Boab (conspiratorially): Aye, Al, but it'll cost fuck aw wi' this Freedom Pass ah've goat here.

Al: Freedom whit?

Boab: Freedom Pass, Al. It's a concessionary travel scheme, which began in 1973, to provide free travel to residents of Greater London, England, for people with a disability or over the progressively increasing women's state pension age 60 in 2010, currently 66 until about 2026).The scheme is funded by local authorities and coordinated by London Councils. Originally the pass was a paper ticket, but since 2004 it has been encoded on to a contactless smartcard compatible with Oyster card readers...

Al: ... aye, but...

Boab: ... haud oan, ah've no feenished, Al.  Greater London residents aged 60 before 6 April 2010 were eligible for an Older Persons Freedom Pass, increasing progressively in line with the women's state pension age to 66 from 2020 to about 2026. London residents over 60 but below Freedom Pass age are eligible for a 60+ Oyster card on payment of £20, with all the benefits of the Freedom Pass within Greater London, but not valid on buses outside Greater London.

Al: Well this is fascinating Bobby but, one question, why are you whispering?

Boab; Ah don't wahnt the whole o' London knowin' ma fuckin' age dae ah?

Al: (sotto voce) One look at your face will tell them that...

Boab (raising his voice suddenly): Here, there's ma bus, be there shortly wee man!

Al: Aye, in about three fuckin' hours.

Boab gallops towards the bus stop like a newly born foal and joins the queue. On the bus he presses through the crowd looking for a seat.

Boab (cheerily to no-one in particular): Room for a small one!

Boab is forced to stand much to his displeasure.

Boab (grumbling to himself): Ah thoat ah might ah goat a seat at least ... a man o' ma age tae.

Boab turns to speak to an elderly lady who is also standing.

Boab: Shocking innit? Young yins these days? Nae thoughts o' giein' up seats tae their elders and betters. Nah! Widnae ah happened in ma day!

Suddenly Boab spots a seat behind the elderly lady and pushes past her to claim it, depositing himself beside a young woman staring intently at her phone.

Boab (to the young woman): Here, that's better! Take the fuckin' weight aff, so tae speak!

Boab waits for a response but none is forthcoming, then, on looking round for someone else to speak to, notices the elderly lady glowering at him so swiftly turns back to the young woman.

Boab (slapping hands on his thighs): This rain is fuckin' shockin' int it? Nice weather for ducks though, am ah right?

The young woman stares at her phone with furious intensity. Boab stares ahead then turns to her again.

Boab: Still, Londoners eh? They don't know how lucky they ur! You try getting a bus back tae the Sooside fae George Square oan a Saturday night...

No response.

Boab: And fuck walking through Toryglen tae get tae Mount Florida in the wee sma hours, and bumpin' intae Jim Kerr and his gang o' neds!

No response.

Boab: Ye ever heard o' a band ca'ed Primal Scream?

Did it on my phone so a few errors here and there.

Fantastic.

Love the stupid complexity of the freedom Card scheme

Tom D! I'm sure that I would not be the only ILMnik who would hugely grateful if you would see your way to posting the installments of the Boaby Chronicles that have heretofore not made it to this thread. I lovelovelovelove your work as such and would be thrilled to have access to a complete set. Please consider it! thank you!

kickstarter for a series of signed and numbered leatherbound volumes of the chronicles of boab or gtfo imo

and i thought this was going to be about the current meme re bobby thats doing the rounds.
i.e. him and a couple of others looking very glum, and various titles/descriptions ..

ah, i belatedly see that neil s has already added the meme i was referring to ..
sorry.

Tom D! I'm sure that I would not be the only ILMnik who would hugely grateful if you would see your way to posting the installments of the Boaby Chronicles that have heretofore not made it to this thread. I lovelovelovelove your work as such and would be thrilled to have access to a complete set. Please consider it! thank you!

How about this ... and I hope the links work...

THE CHRONICLES OF BOABY (Updated Version)

Episode 1. "Gott in himmel, Englander schwein!"
In which Boaby phones Kevin Shields to complain that the remaster of "Screamadelica" he approved was carried out by 'some cunt naebody's heard o''. Boaby then phones Holger Czukay to try to persuade him to oversee an alternative remaster, much to Holger's chagrin.

Episode 2. "... gie's ma heid ower, wull ye?"
In which, believing that the Wombles have reformed to play "Screamadelica" in its entirety at Glastonbury, Boab has agreed to make a guest appearance... while wearing a Womble suit... this despite his concerns that it will render him incapable of playing his primary instrument, the tambourine. Backstage, after Mike Batt informs him that the Wombles are actually playing "Keep On Wombling" in its entirety, and not "Screamadelica", Boaby phones McGee in a state of high dudgeon.

Episode 3. "Naw, ah've no goat time tae listen tae how you discovered Oasis!"
In which Alan McGee phones Boab to tell him that a Primal Scream track was just played at the Tory Party Conference and that he should release a statement disassociating the band from it. Boab reluctantly agrees but is secretly pleased that his mammy can get to hear his band played on the telly.

Episode 4. "I married Philip John May on 6 September 1980 [citation needed]. I have no children."
In which, following on from the previous phone call, Boaby goes on a date with Home Secretary Theresa May. Boab is charm itself, within reason, but the evening ends badly when Theresa admits to mistaking the Primal Scream track "Rocks", as played at the Tory Party Conference, for a Rolling Stones song.

Episode 5. "Gonny leave me alaine?"
In which Boaby and Momus have a desultory conversation where Boaby denies ever having toured Germany with Momus or having had sex with a woman called Helga in Hamburg. Boaby's Glaswegian sensibilities are doubly offended by Momus' use of Paisley dialect. That's (abstruse) entertainment!

Episode 6. "A scrawny auld duffer wi' a pair o' mad shades oan."
In which Boaby turns up backstage at the Barbican where Suicide are playing. Immediately he rubs Marty Rev up the wrong way by claiming to have written "Dream Baby Dream". Later he mistakes Alan Vega for his father.

Episode 7. "You know me, ah know fuck a' aboot fuck a'."
In which Boaby is 'ower the moon' about a cool avant garde film he has appeared in, playing Gilles de Rais, until McGee bursts his ba' by pointing out that Gilles de Rais was a rapist, a paedophile and a necrophiliac.

Episode 8. (aims kick at family pet)
In which, in a domestic scene which is something of a departure for the Boaby Chronicles, Boab tries to order a book by Julian Cope using Alexa but Alexa singularly fails to understand Boab's accent (join the club).

Episode 9. "... 12 actually, mate."
In which McGee phones Boaby to tell him about the launch of his newest label Creation23, Boab is underwhelmed. Worse is to follow as McGee tries to persuade Boab to get Primal Scream to record a single for the new label. Boab refuses and, for a change, has some fun at McGee's expense.

Episode 10. "Here, ah'll fuckin' delete you in a minute."
Following his controversial appearance on the "This Week" and the disparaging remarks concerning it on Twitter made by the show's host, Andrew 'Andra' Neil, Boaby phones to register his disapproval. After some more recondite banter about the differences between Paisley and Glasgow dialects, which absolutely no-one other than the author understands or appreciates, Andra outwits Boab and leaves Boab cursing him and his alma mater.

Episode 11. "... a 90 minute album of a fuckin' tap runnin'."
Boaby hears that a number of celebrities have signed a letter, for publication in the press and other media, in support of a Jeremy Corbyn premiership. Annoyed that he was not asked to contribute he phones one of its signatories, Brian Eno, with predictable results.

Episode 12. "And your point is, caller?"
Boaby visits his manager's office where is offered the chance to do a commentary for the DVD of "Shaun the Sheep: The Movie". He demurs. Along the way he drops in a reference to Scottish football journalist, James Sanderson, which absolutely no-one will understand.

Episode 13. "... wid they even wahnt a band plays black music involved?"
In which, in the midst of the pandemic, McGee tries to persuade Boaby to contribute to a charity single to raise money for the NHS. However when Boab hears that the single will involve such household names as Billy Bibby, formerly of Catfish & the Bottlemen, he declines.

Episode 14. "Crab?"
In which, in an especially bizarre scenario, Boaby has been invited to an unnamed American university to discuss Scottish music and the Scottish cultural scene alongside McGee and Stuart Murdoch of Belle & Sebastian (not Boab's favourite band it's fair to say). Boab's discomfort at appearing in this milieu becomes glaringly obvious as the night wears on.

Episode 15. "...who picks fuckin' Stewart fuckin' Kennedy in fuckin' goal instead o' David Harvey?"
In which, having been a long time outspoken critic of Scottish nationalism, Boaby summons a band meeting on Zoom to inform the other members that Primal Scream is now in favour of Scottish independence. In the course of this call he forgets who Martin Duffy is and that Robert Young is dead but finds time to reminisce about Scotland's 2-1 victory over England at Wembley in 1977.

Episode 16. "Nae mair waitin' fer yer man, ah UM yer fuckin' man!"
In which Thurston Moore phones Boaby to ask him to collaborate on a version of the Velvet Underground's "Heroin". Much miscommunication hilarity ensues.

Episode 17. "... that's Green's Playhoose tae you auld yins."
In which, for some reason, Boaby is present at the Pendlebury & District Garden Fete to witness Pete Hook playing in front of a portaloo. Boab tries to engage Hook in friendly conversation afterwards but, alas, Hook has ferrets to feed.

Episode 18. "... yer foolin' naeb'dy ya lanky auld cunt!"
In which Boaby spots Nick Cave shopping in his local branch of Lidl and is determined to have it out with the Australian musician, writer and actor (known for his baritone voice) about his invitation to the coronation of King Charles III. Cave is in no mood to bandy words however and makes his excuses and leaves.

Episode 19. "Room for a small one!"
In which Boaby is expected at a meeting with McGee on the other side of London but finds himself without transport and so is forced to catch a bus. All is well though as, due to his advanced age, Boaby is eligible for a Transport For London Freedom Pass, allowing him to travel free of charge and greatly improving his good humour in the process.

wonderful

Was putting a list together but Tom beat me to it... here are links for the episodes from this thread:

Episode 10
Episode 11
Episode 12
Episode 14
Episode 15
Episode 16
Episode 17
Episode 18
Episode 19

Tom D, you are a gent and a scholar! thank you!

I would try to call you big yin, but I'd fuck it up.

Bobby's tribute to Shane McGowan, which is free of bullshit and not all about himself. He does have his moments.

https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2023/dec/08/shane-macgowan-bobby-gillespie-primal-scream-pogues

I saw that and reflected that Bobby also called Martin Duffy his "soul brother" on Twitter when he died. I suspect he treated Shane MacGowan a little better though.