A story about Russell
I am a really bad speller, I know, so it's ironic that I've spent the past two days proofreading my book! I think I've finished (I hope I have finished) and I'l send it all off tomorrow to see if there's anything else I have to do.
Anyway, here's a story about Russell, The Chefs' drummer.
One morning, Russ woke up to hear two women laughing and talking about a bloke who had fallen asleep in a bush, with his feet in the air, and speculating about how he had got there.
It gradually dawned on him that they were talking about him.
He'd had too much to drink the night before and fallen asleep upside down in a bush while he was on his way home.
I think he waited until they'd gone before he got up.
Anyway, here's a story about Russell, The Chefs' drummer.
One morning, Russ woke up to hear two women laughing and talking about a bloke who had fallen asleep in a bush, with his feet in the air, and speculating about how he had got there.
It gradually dawned on him that they were talking about him.
He'd had too much to drink the night before and fallen asleep upside down in a bush while he was on his way home.
I think he waited until they'd gone before he got up.
posted by Helen McCookerybook at Monday, April 09, 2007
2 Comments:
That happened in Brighton, after a party at my house in Southover Street I think. I often pass that hedge and think of Russ!
Pete Chrisp
It was on Friday 31 October 1980! From my diary:
''Our excellent party. Carl very drunk. Russ spends night in hedge. Doug vomits in bin and pushes bloke through window who's trying to piss on him."
It continued the next day in the same vein - we had lots of disgusting home-brewed beer to get through.
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