Soaping with myself again.
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Thread Topic: Soaping with myself again.
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Any how, when we met up with Tommy, he was with this girl. I knew the chick, I had shagged her before, but she insisted she didn't know me. That pissed me off.
Tommy and Keith were hesitant to let us practice with them, but they eventually gave in. -
LOL OKAY.
Tommy was like a German. Controlling and ugly as f---. I mean, how he got a girl at all was beyond me. I was kind of jealous too, 'cos I didn't have a girlfriend or nothing, never had one. The practice went well, but that just bothered me so much. I didn't say anything, though. I'm probably just a pansy. -
Keith gave us all a fag [cigarette] and called it a day. It had to had lasted an hour atleast. Not much fun. I guess I had high expectations or something.
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First gig, August 27
I bowed and shouted breathlessly, "Thank you, and good night!"
Today had been the worst day ever. I was turning 15 today, and my birthday present was my father drunkly smashing up my Beatles records. The only nice things I had. I celebrated that with a few pints and a pack of fags. -
However my mother had worked a bit more over the weekend, and she bought me some shoes. I needed shoes. Mine had holes in them and they were just dirty. My sister, Iris, she went f---ing insane. She started yelling about how she didn't get anything. My father beat her the hell up for that. Classic.
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My other sisters were at school. So Geezer came over, looking like a wildman- a big grin plastered to his face, clothes torn up and stuff- and started yelling,
"Ozz! Ozz! You won't believe this!"
I looked at him. "What?" -
"If my math is correct it will take us 16 hours to get to Stockholm!"
I look at him blankly. "And we want to go to Stockholm... why?"
He practically jumped up and down and yelled; "That's our next gig, Ozz!" -
"Woah, woah, woah! Ain't Stockholm this whole other country?"
Geezer laughed, and slung a pack over hus shoulder. "It's in Sweden, Ozz. Now go get your stuff and lets go!" He ran off down the road.
I went to get my 'stuff'. "Sweden? Where the f--- is Sweden?" -
I grabbed a ratty suitcase, shoved some clothes and other necessities into it, and headed out.
Our transportation to Stockholm was Keith's rickedy van. Everyone put their suitcases in the back, and all got in. Tommy was 18, and had his license, Keith was 17 and had his license, Geezer was 16 and was getting his license sometime this month. And I was the only one without a license.
Guess who everyone made drive? Me. -
I of course agreed, and we headed off to Sweden. As unusual as it may sound, I was probably one of the best drivers ever.
We all agreed after 3 and a half hours or whatever, we'd switch drivers. So after my time driving, it was 5 in the afternoon, and we stopped for some coffee. -
We were in Blackpool, and went to some place called the peppermill. It was just a nice coffee place and they had some food and stuff.
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*Canterbury
How the hell did I manage Blackpool?
We had some coffee and some Yorkshire pudding, and before we knew it we were out on the road again. -
Sweden, August 28, 9:12am
Geezer pushed me out of bed. I looked up at him, slightly blinded by the sunlight coming from the window. He stood me up and pointed to the window.
"God, Ozz. You're just like Keith! You sleep way too late!"
I looked at him and pushed him away to get dressed. At just around 2am in the morning, we found this shoddy hotel thing. Only 25 quid an hour. Still a lot for how crappy the place was.
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