So there we were, sitting in a small country pub, in the wilds of Devon, just off Burgh Island on the South Devon Coast, where the silence was only broken by the distant song of the gulls flying over The Pilchard Inn, across the bay.
My brother, Leigh, gets up from the table, where we were sat with Mum and Dad. He disappears into the other bar for a short while, then comes back, sits down and winks at me. I start to get worried, and look around at 'the locals' in their farmer's hats and coats enjoying their pints of local brew...
...when all of a sudden.....at 30,000 decibels, from the small jukebox in the bar next door..............
And everyone froze, apart from Leigh, who spluttered into the bubbles of his Coca-cola, while his horrified parents stared at the seagulls who'd come to investigate the noise..and 'the locals' growled about "they bloody 'emmits and grockles!"
I'm still recovering from a Lynard Skynard concert in about 1972...front row, in front of the speakers...
Eek!
I like those words, Dan. Pretty.
HOW does Ozzie put up with Sharon?
I can still recall the horror on Seth Lakeman's face when she lunged for him on TV one day, and gave him the biggest smacker of a kiss on the lips. Poor Seth, he was left reeling, for all the wrong reasons. LOL.
Apparently, Kelly Osbourne is the Agony Aunt for Radio 1.