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"transforme tous les plats en une expérience gastronomique."

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"En voyant l'ampleur des publicités, nous avons décidé d'attaquer car la notion de gratuité est très encadrée. Pour que ce soit gratuit, il ne faut rien payer, qu'il n'y ait pas un transfert d'argent du consommateur vers le professionnel", a justifié François Carlier, délégué général de la CLCV, au Parisien.

"Or, dans le cas de Comme j'aime, il ne s'agit pas d'une semaine gratuite mais plutôt du principe du satisfait ou remboursé. Ce n'est pas du tout la même chose. C'était donc une pratique commerciale trompeuse", explique-t-il.

Contacté par le journal, le dirigeant Bernard Canetti n’a pas polémiqué. "Il n'y a aucun problème. Si la cour considère que le fait d'utiliser le mot gratuit est maladroit, on va changer ce terme", a-t-il assuré, n’évoquant pas la possibilité de faire appel comme il en a le droit.

The plans kept changing. They varied from me going onstage and literally cutting my age, Manics style, into my chest with a knife, to me snogging Jimmy onstange, to Jimmy simulating sex with his girlfriend.

Their plans eventually evolved into going to cut up a dead sheep in front of the audience and throw its blood over the front rows. On the morning of the show (12th February ’92) Drummond drove to an abattoir in Northampton and bought a whole dead sheep and eight gallons of blood. Word of their plan got out though, and both the BBC lawyers and then hardcore vegetarians ENT intervened.

So the sheep plan was scrapped, and instead *just* the thrash performance, and Bill spraying the audience with blanks from a machine gun took place.

Since they had now left the building they sent along sidekick Hector, resplendent in motor cycle messenger gear, to pick up the statuette. Having been told there was no way he was being allowed access, Hector dashed onstage, grabbed the trophy from startled Martika and escaped into the labyrinth of corridors behind the glittering stage. This of course was cut from the TV coverage. Later, he was cornered by security, who wrestled ‘the BRIT’ back off him.

The BRIT Awards statuette was later unearthed in a field near Stonehenge by a local farmer. From Q Magazine: “The yeoperson’s shovel-wielding presence remains as unexplained as The KLF’s wish to bury it there in the first place.” Jimmy has been vague when questioned on this.

Back at Trancentral Jimi and Bill decided to do… more… stuff… They left Trancentral “on a mission”. Over at the posh Lancaster Gate hotel where the post-BRIT Awards party is being held, blue and yellow flashing lights are splitting the darkness. A police car prowls around as a rubbish lorry disposes of the carcass of a dead sheep which has been left on the forecourt. Around it is tied a sign; ‘I DIED FOR YOU – BON APPETIT’.