Trevor.

I haven't been able to blog lately.  Some of you know why.
But I've popped back into blogland just for me. 

I haven't been able to blog lately?  Surely that should read 'lately, I have been unable to blog'?  Or are both correct?  Not really bothered, like.


When in Bordugal for the Euros in '04, we followed Engerland obviously and ended up in several places where you'd just never go.  One night of high alchoholic intake we were in a bar in which there was:

a) the second tallest man in Bordugal
b) the tallest man in Bordugal's brother, and
c) a live band.

And that is all absolutely true.  Although a) and b) is the same thing.  Person.

We watched and listened to the live band, they played a bit of soft rock type shite and the likes of Steppenwolf, you know the type of gig.  Upside down Ollie and I were perched up near the set at the end of the gig.  The band had a random, bits-and-pieces sort of bag.  The sort of holdall where you put odd drumsticks, Powerslave-type masks, plectrums and sweat bands for the sweaty bassist.
The bag was black.
On the side, in printed white letters, it read:

Rock Bag.

Rock bag!  ROCK.....................bag.  The sort of bag in which you put Quo, Motorhead.......erm......Saxon.....just fucking ROCK things alright?  Like Lemmy and dry ice.  The drummer came off stage and garbled something in Borduguese and a roadie asked him where he should put something ROCK like spare petula oil and he replied (with a massive pause in the middle) "Rock...............................bag".

So what turns up at Spurn?
Oh fuck me, you've guessed it......

ROCK............................Thrush!

Quo.........Motorhead etc....

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Rock..............Thrush.  Female Rock Thrush are easy to identify with their scaly bastard plumage, a red tail and purely mental back-combed hair like Whitesnake (Rock).
Mr Hutt and his thousand eyes were, again, responsible for this second record for Spurn.  I missed the first record back in '84 due to fingering Caz Tanton in her money box beneath her "Thursday" knickers, and the fact that I was only twelve and unable to drive.  Should Twelve have a capital?  Don't think so.  I'll go back and edit it. 







A thought for our little neice Evie if you will.
Thankyou.






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