Basically if you are in a rock band you probably are there for the phallic extension. If you say anything else you are most likely lying. And then you’ve heard the phrase “only after one thing”. Never quite sure which participant this refers to.
This ‘one thing’ was just another night of playing somewhere where it doesn’t really matter – a good excuse to allow all the debauchery and hedonism surrounding the stereotypical successful rock concert. Occasionally you might still feel disillusioned and find yourself asking why you’re in this game. 
Well sometimes there might be a seriously fit audience member…a sister of a well-known glamour model you could say. I asked her about why I was in it and she comforted me by saying that I “shouldn’t worry.” Bon Scott would have described her as “body of Venus with arms”. Few minutes into the after-show party provided action, which is also well documented in many AC/DC songs and would provide the much needed answer.
Little did I know when getting caught trying to sneak out the following morning that a month later I would have gone tee total and holding a shopping list: sponge scroungers, toilet cleaner, mould remover, air refresher… most of these household objects of course completely alien to a contemporary rocker. 
We would spend a Friday evening drinking orange juice and cleaning my dingy little studio flat. This time around all the action was concentrated solely on getting mould off the ceiling, while also unclogging the place by chucking out things such as a brand new trainer – one of them – and my passport. The only thing missing was the sign saying “one day I will get organizized”. Oh yeah and of course there was no sex, drugs or rock and roll either…
Well…