“Come on lads, leave it out,” Shane shouted. “Haven’t you got any heart?”
“Yeah, fuck off, vermin!” Wolf played the part of unhinged madman perfectly. He picked up a rock and lobbed it at one of them, hitting him square on the forehead.
“I’ll have you, mate!” The paparazzo bellowed in pain and anger.
“Blow me!” Wolf hurled another. “You’re trespassing!”
Kev joined him. An all-out riot broke out between the band and the hacks, as punches were thrown and equipment broken.
“Let’s get off!” yelled Spacey, jumping into the van.
The others got in without much hassle. Spacey grinned, safe in the knowledge they’d be the hot topic for the next few days; celebrities hated the paparazzi. Sapphic definitely had the sympathy vote.
Wolf shielded his face and gave the photographers the V-sign as he legged it back towards the main building. He was in his element!
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