Monday 1 April
Out of the night they drove, like General Lees Army. Battle
cry Memphis! Give it to em boys. Give it some wellie. Show
em how its done.
"Rest first, lets recharge the batteries." Yelled
the drummer.
"Yes it has been 23 hrs" agreed the bassist.
"Youre right added the guitarist and singer, mutually
nodding their heads.
"Not I" screamed the keyboard player. "I am a Trojan,
I can go on forever!
."
So its six hours later. The Scooters are 4 parts rested 1
part tested!
Off to the venue The Map Room on Main
"Who are you?
"The Scooters!"
"Sorry Ive never heard of you. My name is Chis. Im
the barman. Chris the manager may have booked you. But then it may
have been Chris the promoter! Then again it could have been Chris
our Agent. Tell you what, give it til eleven, if Chris hasnt
shown up by then, either do the gig or go home. Sorry boys didnt
know you were coming."
Needless to say, nobody called Chris turned up. The band didnt
play. Oh what could have been! The dingiest, dankiest cellars sometimes
make the best venues and well never know.
Battle cry Memphis! Long live the Trojan!
BOB
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