Chris gazed blankly over his shoulder at the sphinx. "...I...Y'know what, I'm just going to assume everything I heard in the history books was said as an aside by you." He grinned. "I suppose you also invented the lightbulb, ratted out Guy Fawkes and helped free Mandela."<br/><br/>He nodded. "Fair enough. I wasn't angling for it myself. If what's come before is anything to judge by I won't be particularly starved of attention."<br/><br/>He raised his eyebrow at the sphinx. "Well, I<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>just talking to them in the dressing room. But I don't think we'll see them until after th-" Chris stood up stock-straight at the feeling of a hand being clapped on his shoulder, and he turned around to see the grinning face of the legendary Lemmy Kilmister.<br/>"Uh, Mr Lemmy, this is our drummer, Ptricia." The grizzled rocker extended his hand to her. "Pleasure t' meet you." Chris looked more excited than a springer spaniel on a caffeine drip.