Robertson recalls Dylan, onstage in Manchester, England, in 1966, facing down a hostile crowd and telling the band to "Play fucking loud!," as they launched into "Like a Rolling Stone".
After two minutes of chipmunkesque babbling (which everybody, Victor included, found HILARIOUS), she launched into, no joke, the fucking "Aye aye aye aye" song.
But when the magazine began publishing articles, and running advertisements, about "legal herbs" (a.k.a. "not fucking weed"), he launched a letter-writing campaign, asserting that the editors were betraying their customer base and longtime readers by essentially advocating for fake pot.
Against this background in 1967 Tony Crosland, Labour's education minister launched a campaign "to destroy every fucking grammar school in England, Wales and Northern Ireland".
Jeremy Clarkson has launched into an expletive-laden tirade against BBC bosses, labelling them "fucking bastards" following his suspension from Top Gear.
Affronted by Roth's advice to Tepper, Gilbert launched an earnest defense of the scribbling life, declaring that writing is a "fucking great" job.
Joyce, who accepted he was "hammered" on red wine during the brawl, launched into the attack after shouting that the Strangers' Bar "was full of fucking Tories".
The band launched into "Stir It Up," which only emboldened some of the distant voices: "More Bob Marley, or Ima fucking kill you!" A mustachioed saxophonist transcribed the threats on a scrap of paper from his shirt pocket.
