bongo wrote:As part of my job i have to undertake many courses, one being the dreaded safety dive which i`m doing in a few minutes, and the MINES RESCUE one. The mines rescue course consists of first aid and rescuing people from very tight situations. So off we go to the rescue centre where they have a series of underground tunnels and pipes etc to negotiate with a stretcher and a dummy. Its a nightmare!!! but whilst walking through the shafts dressed like a miner, stooped over and back on fire with pain , i found myself singing "down in the sewer" It got me through it ok and took my mind off the pain. Dont know what i`ll sing next year when i do it because they said we`ll do the same thing, but might set fire to the shafts this time ...............Any ideas?
In the Grant Arms in Argyle St. on a Saturday afternoon Handle that one big boy...as i said to the gash on the pan in the ladies got away with it...and b4 you ask Mr. C I'VE NO idea how i got there....even though security reminded me not to shit on me doorstep
'Can i have my mic stand back please?You might do yourself an injury and get it stuck in somewhere'
Off the coast of Sardegna...
I sang the entirety of Black And White while stranded alone in a boat in the Mediterranean.
A fair distance out to sea, my engine had suddenly packed up - but I had a pair of oars - so I fought my way back to land and managed to counteract the opposing current dragging me back out to sea. My arm and shoulder muscles went into spasm (arms like jelly!) I was so fucked - I was burnt too (I still have the scars on my shoulders) ... but my salvo that kept my brain doing what I had to do (before the pirates got me!) was singing B+W. My favourite album.
