I’ve noted how much people enjoy the misfortunes of others and also occult knowledge so I thought I’d add a bit of stuff to the slew.
Theres this act I heard about once. they are from melbourne and have never been young and work in the pubs. They took their first trip to Sydney in the late 80s. They drove up and did a gig and then got shockingly drunk. They had been drunk before, but this was different, like a trip away. One was comatose before the others and they were all sharing a room. During the night, someone got the idea to have a bit of a joke. They knelt down and kneed the prone figure vigorously in the arse. Then they pulled his trousers down, one of them masturbated into a condom (and they were all mature adults) and left the said sheath nestling between his buttocks.
The next morning they drove back to Melbourne. Instead of the explosive mirth that, when they were drunk, they had gleefully anticipated, the bruised one was silent and pensive for the whole twelve hour trip. He was deep in thought. Days later, over a few drinks at another gig, he confided in another member of the band that something odd had happened in Sydney. It wasn’t funny to anybody.
The band has continued, with the same members and I hear they are soon to be travelling to an unnamed North West Asian country for an end of season trip to end them all. One of the members is reaching a significant age and the others have decided its a moment that deserves a good time for the whole band. They have been salting the dosh away from a few years from gigs and will soon be prone in an opium den somewhere with many persons attending to their last blushes of shame.
I think its a great thing that this sort of creative debauchery is still to be found in this world of strict public law and order and economic anarchy. That its a Steptoe and Son type situation makes it even better.
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