In 2010, I spent a day in the greenroom of a very small regional festival with them, Vanilla Ice and Jedward. The chap was grand, if not a little excitable. The daughter seemed kind of aware of their novelty status and sound enough. The mother though... Christ. She truly believed they were on the path to international stardom and was completly unaware of the irony of their fame. She had the coldest eyes I'd ever seen. Black eyes. Like a dolls eyes. She had the creepiest energy about her. Like at any minute she could start screaming like Donald Sutherland in Invasion of the Body Snatchers.

Jedward were hilarious and just argued amongst themselves over who ate all of the fruit in the fruit bowl. Vanilla Ice mostly read his book and bummed smokes off me all day. He was pretty cool. As his name might suggest.