BRITMETAL: A Big Ol' Hairy Spider
Boris the spider is dead, legs up, gone to that great Bug Motel in the sky whence it shall never check out. Still, John Entwistle, its owner, can console himself that it lived to a ripe old age for an Arachnid in the U.K., and managed to inspire a Sex Pistols song as well as a Who number, which is more than most pet tarantulas have done.
BRITMETAL: A Big Ol' Hairy Spider
Sylvie Simmons
Boris the spider is dead, legs up, gone to that great Bug Motel in the sky whence it shall never check out. Still, John Entwistle, its owner, can console himself that it lived to a ripe old age for an Arachnid in the U.K., and managed to inspire a Sex Pistols song as well as a Who number, which is more than most pet tarantulas have done.
But look! What’s that on Kevin DuBrow’s head?! The ghost of brown, furry Boris back from the dead? A hearthrug from outer-space? Or just another hair transplant? According to his less gracious H.M. peers, Don Dokken’s had one, too. “No I haven’t!” Don swore to me (Dokken’s over here opening for Accept and looking much butcher than you’ve ever seen them) “It’s all mine! If I’d have had a transplant I’d have had them put some more on the top.”