Monday, March 24, 2014
Roll Up, Roll Up
Nothing happened. We waited and still nothing happened so we strode on puzzled. As we approached the first style we heard the unmistakeable sound of electric feedback and a small pother of smoke rose from behind a stone wall. Twang! Twang Twang TWANG! it was the unmistakable sound of a riff.
The band was already waiting and taking cue from seeing Marcs feline transport started to sing their favourite hit, 'Tiger Feet'
The bus stopped to the tune of Disco Inferno and we bid farewell to Leo, he hadn't had chance to sing but he had a pained expression on him that told me his pants were too tight. Cliffs Ladder was at the end of a large field, we just had to turn right when we reached Cliff and Cilla's Bathtub and climb to the stars.
Entering the bookstore we were quite surprised to find ourselves back at home slumped on the sofa. Three bottles of wine lay scattered on the rug, a smashed glass lay on the table and our mouths felt like they had been carpeted. A pounding in our heads made us realise that it had been a bad trip, bought on by those pesky Beatles boys and their wicked druggie ways, we vowed never to take advice from mop top bush dwellers ever again on a hike.
To celebrate our new found revelation we opened another bottle.
But that's another story!