Exploits of the Frictionless Man as it wanders around the world like some kind of slippery hydra. Music, words and pictures a speciality.

Friday, June 17, 2005

Brick Measurement

We have two more degrees in the band today. f Guitar and f Bass both found out their results and they both passed. Good work there. We now have two philosophers and one chemist. I'm sure there's a joke there somewhere. Give me a while, I'm not as sharp as I used to be.

Seems there is some kind of charity concert coming up soon, and its causing some ruffled feathers here and there. Well, they haven't got Chas n' Dave on the bill and Lieutenant Pigeon have been unforgivably snubbed. I imagine that must be what the hoopla-la is all about.

f bass's birthday evening went very well and the cocktails were very tasty, thank you for asking. And dare I say it, the dive we went to afterwards was alright as well, except when the end of the night came a Welsh psychopath with dead eyes and a head like a bull decided to throw booze over our table.

Now, you can't complain in nightclubs. Especially not to the security staff, who are obviously there for reasons best left inexplicable. Any complaint is viewed by the bouncers as making trouble. So I got thrown out as well. What can I say but I was very polite despite the half nelson from the fat-nazi-steroid-junkie who removed me. Of course the fellow who was throwing beer around was long gone. They always are.

I can only say this: I have been thrown out of better places.

3 comments:

morriston burns said...

I know how you feel. Do you think it's extreme to want to shoot most bouncers through the head? I'm not sure....

rhysaurus said...

Yes if you shoot them through the head they probably won't die. You need to shoot them through the heart, lungs and liver as well.

Mr Frictionless said...

Shot through the liver and you're to blame, you give clubs a bad name....