I was gigging in Fleetwood last week. And I say now, with hand on horn, that Fleetwood was mental. I thought Fleetwood would be a sedate, little seaside town. Big mistake!! I was gigging at a pub called "Dead 'uns" with my band of scallywags, and we decided to book into a hotel, cause it was goin to be a late one.
We went onstage at 9.45, after the rugbo ended, and the crowd were well up for a good night, after the disappointments of the game. The landlord was a big lad, who looked like Big Vern from the Viz comic, and as the night went on, he was gettin more and more drunk, plying the band with booze, and demanding we attend his wedding. At one point, he insisted that his beer was to expensive, and urged us to buy some cans from the booze buster next door, and keep them nice and cold in his fridge??? Yes, you heard me right. So we did.
After several aftershocks, the room started goin a bit fuzzy, but I kept goin.
The landlord, who was called big Ted, disappeared upstairs, then came back down, dressed in a red furry dressing gown, with a fluffy pink scarf around his neck. I didn't know what was going to happen next, so was taken off guard during Ac dc's touch too much, when Ted swaggered over, and started doing tipple overs and forward rolls right at my feet???
The crowd loved it, and I could barely contunue singing for fits of laughter.
This went on for a few more songs, until we winded it down, and all chilled down for a lock in.
Later, as we left around 3.30 am, Ted came outside and started doing more forward rolls in his dressing gown, on the main road outside his pub.
I will always remember Fleetwood with a fond heart, it is Mental!!
The band with big Ted the acrobatic Landlord
Me and Big Ted
OH CRIKEY, ERM, CRUMBS, OO-ER, HOW DID THAT GET IN THERE???
(Mr Kite's award winning costume from last years Star wars and "have a banana fritter" Jamboree, in Hattersley)
