Wednesday, 14 September 2011
...and nothing at all to do with dentistry
I stumbled upon this while looking at something else and posted it for the simple reason it reminds me of my dear chum Young Spot who i've known since his days as a student at the Royal London in Whitechapel. The lad is now an accomplished and successful dentist who still responds with a cheery chuckle to each scream or howl for mercy. Hurty cream? Yes, he'd buy that.
Me? I met up with some old chums over the weekend who, after many years, are getting their band back together for a few gigs. This is made slightly more complicated by the fact that their bassist now lives in Germany, though he managed to get over at the weekend for rehearsals and extensive drinking. Their sometime roadie and old mate of mine El Ramon,who resides over in Catalonia these days, also made it over and a jolly good time was had by all.
We finished off on Monday morning with a little stroll around Shepherds Bush and the enormous Westfield shopping centre - all very impressive but i still prefer a good high street, me, - it's not proper shopping without the traffic fumes and rain. We even found a dustcart!
And now, for some unknown reason, my legs have seized up above the knees and i can barely walk, which is a shame cos it was a nice day today and i was hoping to get out for a wander with the camera. Oh well, should make work interesting tomorrow. Doctors? Pah!