As everybody knows, John Entwistle is fond of sitting in a corner with just his thoughts and pet spider, Boris, for company. But until recently, nobody knew just what was going on in that head of his. However, he spoke to a good friend of his, Heather Burdon, and told her exactly what was going on. Which was really nice because unbeknownst to him, Heather is actually a freelance journalist and she could sell his story to the highest bidder! However, Heather is a nice girl and wouldn’t ever betray her friend’s confidence. No, I’m sorry, but it wouldn’t be possible to even hint at what John thinks about when he’s all alone. No. Oh, are you really good friends with him? Really? Oh, well, seeing as it’s you, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to tell you would it? But keep it to yourself now, no spreading this story! If it got out, John would never speak to me again, and as I’m going out with his best mate, Keith Moon (although I do have rather a large soft spot for Pete Townshend, but don’t tell my Keith that, he’ll only get the wrong idea!), it would make life rather uncomfortable for both of us…

Well, when he was very young, John (or Enty, as he’s known to his mates) was never alone. He was a very nice boy and had loads of friends, all of whom seemed to enjoy coming to his house for their tea and whatnot. The hours and days and weeks they all spent at his house, he was surprised they knew their way around their own homes! He was very pleased to have so many friends, but some nights he wished he could sleep alone in his bed without his best mate at the other end, snoring and shoving his smelly feet under poor John’s nose. (“OI! My feet never ever smelled!” - KJM) So, whenever his friends decided not to come to his house, he was alone. He got a chance to think. He thought about all sorts of interesting things, like football and chocolate and music, and the intricate workings of a bass guitar. He brooded so much about bass guitars that he finally taught himself how to play one, just by thinking about it! The more he brooded, the more he enjoyed brooding. So he became more quiet and withdrawn, and most of his once close friends stopped wanting to come to his house because he hardly spoke anymore. All except his best friend who had smelly feet (“I DID NOT BLADDY ‘AVE BLADDY SMELLY FEET!” - KJM), who was, as it happened, a dab hand with a drum kit. He could see Enty’s talent as a bassist, and suggested they start a band together. Then they happened upon a struggling singer and guitarist, whose names were Roger and Pete - or Daltrey and ‘Shendy, as they were known to their friends - and they joined together with Enty and Moonie’s band. After some deliberation, they decided on calling themselves The Who. They did this because if somebody asked them the name of their band they could say, “The Who”, to which the reply would be, “Who?” and they could have a huge conversation which consisted of two words, “Who?” “Yeah, Who,” “Who?” etc. Which would be fun!

You would have thought that this would have stopped Enty’s brooding, but it didn’t. You see, he didn’t just brood about bass guitars. He brooded about brooding. He enjoyed being alone and having a good old brood. He mainly thought about having a day off and things. And he tried to solve the worlds problems with his amazing power of thought but he couldn’t. That’s why he still broods to this very day, he’s trying to save the world from his armchair…

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