Wednesday, September 29, 2004

THEY'RE FROM GLASGOW. THEY'RE USED TO IT: So, Franz Ferdinand are in New Orleans, and they head out for a spot of lunch. Aligator sausage or some such. Suddenly, there's police everywhere. It turns out there's a guy holding someone hostage in an apartment upstairs. It didn't spoil their lunch, says Alex:

"Rob and I went for lunch in the French Quarter. There was a hostage situation going on in a flat above the restaurant.

'We didn't realise until the cop cars and loudhailers appeared.

'Some guy had decided he didn't like his landlord any more,so he was holding him at gunpoint.

'The waiter in the restaurant kept popping in and out to keep us posted.'


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