If anyone pissed off Ziggy or insulted any of the other band members then Gilly would kick off and tart their fucking faces off. That and his filthy trashmouth would come into play as well as his slapping hand. Yet, he assumed either Weird or Ronno would be slugging people way before that happened. Idiot interviewers and all of those bastards still to come.

"The silver? Ok. I'll meet up with you in a moment."

Gilly moved back into the changing booth to reemerge a few moments later dressed in the silver, smoothing the material down over his chest, loving the silkiness. He didn't wish to peek into Ziggy's booth so waited outside patiently.

"What does yours look like on?"