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He came round begging and I had to throw castor oil on him from my upstairs window shouting "No Sting, go away" until he got in his big Jaguar (chaffuer driven) and sulked on his eco-friendly estate.
I felt bad for him so I relented and went around there to talk.
He was sitting in his expansive living room talking about tantric this and that, so I slapped him with some tofu and we agreed I'd play drums for him if he'd stop doing movies.
He thanked me and told me he only did Dune because he had always wanted to have a knife fight wearing his pants.
Childhood dream apparently.
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