So there I am filming away, getting shots of the band doing their thing between takes, waiting for the next set up, looking round the location, a church in London.
'Got some good stuff.' the lead singer asks me.
'yeah' I reply, as I look out over the extras sitting in front of us as we stand at the altar.
'No, I've got some good stuff.' he tells me taking a wrap out of his pocket, turning his back on the sea of extras and racking up two lines.
'Want some?' He asked.
'Not while I'm working.' I told him trying to make sure no one could see what was going on.
'Well your better than I am.'
Six months later rehab beckoned.
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