Re July 1st with mention of one event taking place previously:
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I Scream at Ice Cream
It’s summer: the weather is scintillating (for a change); so what could be better than ice cream?
Tornado!
The Jiants
Members:
- Jerry Hedges (guitar)
- Andy “Russell” Anderson (vocals)
- Bill Lee Balsbaugh (piano)
- Ron Wolfe (drums)
- Ray Umbarger (bass; not shown in the picture of four)
From: Marion, Indiana, U.S.A.
Song: ‘Tornado’
Released: 1959
Mercy! The Collins Kids
The Collins Kids
Members: Lorrie and Larry Collins
From: Tulsa, Oklahoma, USA
Song: ‘Mercy’
Released: 1958
The Echo Valley Boys: Wash Machine Boogie
The Echo Valley Boys
Members:
- Bill Browning
- Art Fulks
- Merl Hoaf
- Jackie Wooten
- Roy Barker
- Marshall Looney
From: Ohio, USA.
Song: ‘Wash Machine Boogie’
Released: September 1957
Old Hat
I did something the other night not done in an age; socialised with friends. Then I did something never done before ever: forgot my hat. Once, I didn’t even like hats; though that’s another story, for that it was a hat is neither here nor there; the point being, I’d hitherto never lost or mislaid an item of personal attire. Some thoughts on the grim calamity:
Continue readingBanned from the Pubs
In the early 90s I worked London’s markets; the following is an account of true events (continued from: Geezers and Goldfish Bowls):
Gotta wonder what kinda image ‘workingmen’s club’ conjures for anyone without a clue.
Almost unique to the U.K. (apart from a couple in Australia and Ireland; at least according to Wikipedia [though citation needed apparently]) they’re private clubs with committees, rules and membership.
Side of eggs
I went to get the vaccine on Monday.
Before receiving the jab there was all sorts of questions to answer and information to be given.
Like the possibility of some side of eggs
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I want to lick your face
There’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you for a long time, but just haven’t found the right words or way.
Today that changes.
Ian Arkley: one; reflections on
Somewhere in an isolated corner of Wales there is an unassuming shed with a humble wooden door and simple brass knocker.
It’s unlikely anyone would ever stumble upon this rudimentary little shelter, but if they did the sort of welcome they could expect is indicated by the presence of a lock.
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