Lola

Flipping guitar players......with their fiddly little strings and their bright ideas!!!!

Eric the Red suggested after rehearsals last week ... why don't we do "Lola" by the Kinks that will get em going!!!!.....yeah we all said enthusiastically....Wifey set about learning the song that evening......She got it quite quickly (with the aid of a great computer package called guitar pro..if you haven't got it get it ..... .....that's if you play guitar as otherwise it'll be useless to you) Anyway I looked at the Bass line and realised I had bitten off a bit more than I can chew! For two nights now I have wrestled with this Bass line ...I'm struggiling.....bloody La la la La lola! it's making me feel quite La la la la low now! cos it's a La la la la load of B****cks!!!!! To be fair The Red and Wifey play it well and it is a cracking song........just a pig of a bass line.....&8+£$%&!!!!!!!!! .As I left the office this afternoon I said to Mr T "I'm going to Nail Lola tonight!" He nearly fell off his chair!!!!

Alas....two days to go to the London Guitar show at Docklands Hurrrrrrah!!!!!! As I have the bestest wifey in the world she has agreed that I can buy a new acoustic bass (see previous blog back in February called Acoustic Bass RIP ) this is a huge guitar and bass show where you can see and try all the latest models and spank plank all day..............there are also some live acts performing. together with Wifey and the Rockstar we will make the trek across London whilst mini minx will look after Mother dearest at home.
Well I'm off got to get this bass line sorted......blame Wifey and The red one for this being so short....mumble mumble feckin Lola mumble kinks bl@"££%%

Eric the Red is in the building

I was down, we all were. Chippy was no more. How we missed his chirpy little smile and that kind of vague look he had on his face.... as if ....as if he really didn't know what he was doing this was mainly because ............he didn't know what he was doing!!!!! But we missed him...... although the band was in it's infancy a bond had been forged in that Church loft ...he was and will always be ...a Hot Machero.
At the height of my downess (that sounds strange dunnit) at the height of my downess....I was sat at work at my desk lamenting about the state of the band when Road runner peered around her computer and casually dropped into conversation " My husband plays a bit of guitar" My initial excitement was slapped down when she told me he didn't have a leccy guitar. None the less I invited him down for a little jam (we had no marmalade) He begged borrowed and stole a sunburst Squier Strat and a little Peavey practice amp complete with lead (I find they work better with leads) I'd asked Road runner what her hubby was like and the tall dark and handsome reply wasn't the answer I was after . My enthusiasm was stamped on again when she told me he was seven years older than Chippy (there goes the average age through the roof then!!!) He is a scouser and a Liverpool supporter at that.......groan ......best we do some eighties covers if he is going to wear a shell suit! Stereo types aren't nice ...I checked myself .......I also checked the wheel nut locks on my car .........didn't want to be on bricks now did I!!!
So Monday arrived and I'm looking forward to meeting Eric the Red....(no he's not a Viking......work it out for yourself) Then SJ rings and drops another bombshell ( nothing to do with her well-documented flatulence problem)..............But Dom da drummer had broken his thumb playing football and might be out for up to 8 weeks...........After enquiring into the feasibility of strapping a stick to his head like a dalek eye. I succumbed to the fact .....we were without drummer.
So Roadrunner and Eric the Red arrive and he is soon spanking plank. We were without Dom da Drummer so the band sounded a bit disjointed but ol'Red strummed away and between songs treated us to some solo strumming and singing.......dis guy's goooood! I thought and at the end of "hand in my pocket "we even managed an impromptu little jam....SJ by her own admission has had better nights but it didn't help we were a little at sorts without our drum basher. She later said that singing in front of an audience (Road runner ...!!!?!!?!) was good as she did feel shy. With the risk of nicknaming her Orville I told her that we would get a paper bag and put it over her head at gigs (SJ's head that is not Roadrunner's). Eric the Red agreed to come back. which for Hot Machero is a right result and we know he is going to be an asset to the band.
This morning I was reporting back to Mr T at work what a find Ol'Red was and he looked at me with genuine concern and said "what about Chippy?" I looked straight back at him and said "Chippy, whose Chippy?" Now bearing in mind Mr T's only connection with Chippy is reading about him on this blog the following comments were nothing short of incredible..."You can't say that about poor old Chippy ...that's not nice........" I pointed out that the music business was cut throat and it's about now! but it didn't matter Mr T was upset.....Chippy has got a cult following........
Good news though about Dom who tonight has told me that he reckons he will be back drumming next week. I'm an eastern block Monkey" he drawled down the phone ....safe! and there is talk a keyboard player might be joining the ranks by the name of Big Tim ...watch this space.........

Then they were four

Just when you all thought it was safe to go back on line........I return........Hello! ok ok .....it’s been a while .....it has been mayhem at Machero Towers this week and so much has happened . Monday’s rehearsals were cool. Chippy called up to say he wasn’t attending due to work. Wifey turned up in body but after a mind sapping training course by her own admission brain was in neutral and some of her solos weren’t really doing it......by all accounts the course she was on had a speaker who should be employed by insomniacs anonymous as a sleeping aid. so I think she can be forgiven. It was also quite difficult thinking on her feet chopping and changing between what she normally plays and playing the Chipster’s bits, which kind of make the song work. SJ and Dom however had a good day ,wifey’s performance wasn’t as bad as she thinks it was and we took a lot of positives. the High point was when wifey looked over at me and strummed out three chords.....three simple chords...these chords were reciprocated by a Bass line I knew oh so well. Dominic picked up on this groove and off his hands went .....his drum beat drove the groove into a wave of sound lifting up like a wave and crashing down around SJ’s feet ......drenching her in pure Hot Machero magic....SJ nodded in approval and then her eyes opened like saucers as she realised .......yes.......you guessed it......Eddy!!!!!! “All right All right” she shouted .....grasping at her hair as if Dom’s drumbeat was coming from within her head .You could actually fit the drum kit in there ......not much else going on in there!!!!!........(only joking SJ!) “OK! I’ll sing bloody Eddy” she blurted out......This triggered a series of yeeeeee haaaaaas! from the rest of us.
The day after, however, was a sad day for Hot Machero.......on a personal, level I had to rush Mother dearest to hospital as she was experiencing giddiness due to irregular heart beat patterns....I asked her the obvious questions like ....had she been at the E s ....and had she been reading those mucky magazines again etc.....but seriously .... I dropped her to Hospital and the wonderful staff there did what they do best. She was kept in over night and thought at one point she was going to get electric shock treatment to kick start the old ticker into a regular pattern. Mother dearest couldn’t hide her disappointment when she found out that the shock treatment she wouldn’t get a free perm out of it!!!!
I did leave her over night and gave the nurses strict instructions to keep the alcohol based gel used to clean hands right out of Mother dearest’s reach. A quick drop of Red Bull in the bottle and she would have been well away....She was discharged the next day with her heart working properly ...until I drove her home as It was tight as to whether I would get in to work on time.!
If this wasn’t enough Chippy phoned rather upset to say he couldn’t get out of working on Monday nights due to this contract he had making him gazillions of pounds (ok slight exaggeration but decent money none the less) Monday’s unfortunately is the only night possible to rehearse for the band and Chippy has parted company with the Hot Machero for the foreseeable....a Real shame for all of us . I did explain he will be forever known as the fifth Machero ...the one that turned down the life of a rock and roll star so he could focus on his carpentry. It’s understandable and respect goes out to the Chipster for his honesty.......So then there were four....I have asked around if there is any rhythm guitarists who want to join us . Only today I asked Agent A ‘s(PTA committee member) husband outside school .
“don’t know any guitarists tha........... “ cutting me off in my prime he said “Jimi Hendrix?” I looked at him with disgust and said with a straight face “Hendrix is dead......if he were alive he would feel most uncomfortable filling the shoes of the Chipster with the Hot Machero!.....what‘s more Chippy could knock you up a wardrobe quicker than Hendrix could say Voodoo chile”

Breakfast at thee

My mobile danced into action . I sat there wielding my Fender Jazz Bass getting my head around “Rockin all over the world” I carefully placed Frankie Fender on his stand and read the text message . Oh It’s from SJ I thought as I opened it .......”Breakfast at thee” it read?!?!?!? How odd? was she getting into Shakespeare? So I called her .....apparently she was trying to suggest that one hit wonder “Breakfast at Tiffany’s “ by “Deep Blue Something” but hit the wrong button.
this is probably a better suggestion than Dark Marge‘s “Rammstein” for those like me who were not familiar with the band they are a German metal band (done a lot of the resident evil soundtracks and featured on the Matrix soundtrack too) the little I heard of theirs they are ok.....except they sing in German......SJ was not impressed at this prospect and I think we can safely say that idea has been given it’s pyjamas and cocoa and has been put to bed. ......rather like Chippy’s beloved Spurs who have just been bumped out of the UEFA Cup by Seville. Chippy is there, no doubt down in the dumps.......Don’t worry Chippy you probably won’t qualify for Europe next season so you won’t have to go through that again..........any way I’m out of here I’m dribbling on the key board I’m that tired.

We want Eddy, We want Eddy!!!!

Chippy missed rehearsal last night as he was sea kayaking in Wales.........He checked in last night and he hasn’t drifted off into the Atlantic. He didn’t sink either.......even though he felt that the omens were bad when he discovered that his boat was called “The Titan Nick” It could have been worse he could have built the boat himself?!?!?!?
Easter Monday .....another rehearsal day we dragged the drums down into the church hall and rigged up the PA system Wifey connected up the mixer......and made a cake (not really!)
We went through our paces on the full repertoire, which went . We played 3 new songs “Hand in my pocket” by Alanis Morrisette, which went really well, and SJ sang really well too. I think it will be one of our favourites. Wifey had her concerns regarding “Linger” I have studied a video taken on my mobile phone which isn’t of brilliant sound quality but run through the computer you can hear that it actually doesn’t sound too bad. I need to be tighter , SJ will get more confident with her singing on this one and if Dominic manages the fills he was doing this song will sound great especially when “Action Jackson “ (Chippy) returns on the rhythm guitar. “Whistle for the choir “ by the Fratellis went so well we didn’t bother doing it more than once...Wifey and SJ proceeded to do a flippy floppy kind of dance from foot to foot throughout this song which was I must say skips long and is enjoyable to play.
Now let’s talk logos......Mini Machero wanted some band t-shirts and the triangular log was designed by SJ very briefly. I decided I would change it into a comet. this has received mixed reviews.
I personally liked SJ s but it needed tidying up, kind of prefer mine but not that fussed I will go with the flow. Wifey prefers SJs, Mother dearest said that the new one looks like a dong!!!!!! ( as usual takes the conversation way down there)and prefers SJ’s. Dominic has got splinters on his behind from sitting on the fence! Dark Magi who is an acclaimed 3D artist has commented that he likes the new one...(maybe he could design a logo?!?!?!?!?!?!) As it stands SJ is going to re do hers and then we will take a vote.......anyone else that would like to try and design a logo for the band please do, we are open to suggestions.
Dominic has re opened the debate on “Eddy the camper van“ song......between songs at rehearsals Wifey strummed the opening bars to Eddy...I quickly fell into the bass line and Dom got a drum beat going and it sounded great.....Dominic now wants to do the song as it rocked....SJ huffed and puffed and refused to have anything to do with it!...we will wear her down.
Anyway...chores to do and the champions league is on ........safe!!!!!**

Easter Bunny and the Holy Bogey

I awoke, it was dark, I looked at the alarm clock it was just past four on Easter Sunday morning. I heard rustling to my side and in a state of semi slumber I could see the figure of wifey hands deep in a big plastic bag producing boxes and muttering about Easter bunnies and the fact he’d gone awol.
She asked me to deliver the Easter eggs from the bags to the Mini Machero’s bedrooms but remember I was the Easter bunny and not to wake them. Now bear in mind I’m 6ft 1 and over 17 stone that is one F**K off Easter Bunny. I was still half a sleep so I dragged myself to the Rockstar’s door and with the skill of a cat burglar (Why do they call them that?.....and where do they put all those felines?!?!) I crept into his room avoiding the matchbox cars scattered around the room trying to booby trap a poor unsuspecting Easter Bunny I placed the Egg beside his bed. The second half of my operation was performed with similar success except mini minx had a guard beside her bed but I managed to avoid capture from My little pony by tip toeing up to it and delivering a crisp and snappy roundhouse kick that made it career into Fifi from the flippin flower tots. Mini Minx stirred momentarily as my little pony clattered about the laminate floor. I froze...............she went back to sleep. ....phew! I placed the egg down and stuck two fingers up at Barbie as she sat there smirking......she is so up her self.....
I fled the bedroom and slid back into bed thinking.....”All because the lady loved milk tray”
I settled back down to sleep and wifey said “Happy Easter “ and clattered me in the face with a giant Lindt Easter egg, which smacked me in the eye almost knocking me off the bed. She claimed she didn’t see me in the dark.....I claimed that now....I couldn’t see at all. she apologised profusely and fell about laughing for 20 minutes as I complained that just because the Easter F***ing Bunny had the F***ing hump as he was working another F***ing bank holiday he didn’t have to take it out on me. We eventually fell asleep after our sides ached laughing at the Easter Bunny’s and my predicament.
The Mini Machero awoke (and so did the rest of the street ) and so began the age-old ritual of Easter Sunday. We got into our Sunday best and jumped into Eddy Paul (our 1973 VW Camper) and went off to Mass. Now the Mini Machero have had previous convictions for disorderly conduct in a Church but on this holy of holiest days the pair of them sat there like angels. that was until a lull in the mass where everyone was quiet and Mini minx in her pretty little pink dress and her golden hair in pig tails produced from her nose a bogey of biblical proportions and announced to the congregation like a miracle had occurred “ I need a tissue ...I’ve got a Bogey!” With this she thrusted her finger high into the air revealing her bogey to all just in case anyone had a doubt as to what she found up[ there!?!?!?!?!.
My automatic reaction was to grab her finger, which extracted half of the offending snot onto my hand . I noticed that the bogey had a mate on mini minx’s cute little face. she repeated her plea for a tissue . Wifey was reaching into her bag for a tissue....now usually as most mother’s do Wifey produce’s a tissue quicker than Bill Hickey drew his pistol but on this occasion I saw her rummaging into her bag AKA the Tardis. That small bag opens up to a warehouse inside and to find anything can take days....in fact only last week she found an Argentinean soldier in there enquiring if Port Stanley had fallen to the British yet? and yelling that the Malvinas were always belong to the Argentine.....!!!!!!
All this and yet I still had a three bogey situation and a 2 year old telling the world about it. Yessssss! wifey emerged from her bag with one tissue.....I grabbed hold and reached for Mini Minx’s face.....”No Daddy ! “ she said with a very serious face. “ that tissue is for your finger” a wrestling match then ensued and eventually all bogey’s were cleaned and peace restored.
The rest of the day went without incident .......oh apart from stopping my car with Mother Dearest and the Mini Machero on board to talk to an old bloke up the road who was watering his front garden with a hose. “ Happy Easter “ I said cheerfully. In his haste to return pleasantries he dropped his hose that went into a wild dance shooting water and soaking everywhere ........including his elderly wife and in through our car window and getting mother dearest square in the face........How I laughed!

he he he Hey!.....ooooooOOOooooooOOOOOOOH

I’ve always wondered why Good Friday is called Good Friday!.......I mean getting flogged by several unforgiving Romans, given a crown of thorns....losing a trial ,then crucified and for good measure stabbed in the side with a whopping great sword is a great day at the office..........not. so on such a solemn day for us Catholics ...why is it called Good Friday? Replies appreciated.
Leaving our religious beliefs aside today is indeed a good Friday......I’m off work hurrah!!!!!!!!!!!a four-day long weekend! Wifey however .....bless .....trudged off to work which wasn’t so good. We are kind of hoping the neighbours are going away this weekend so we can crank up our PA. We need to be proficient in its use and we need a sound person/roady . Every live band I’ve seen at some point in the gig points the finger to the ceiling at their soundman to turn them up.........that is so Rock (Roack)and Roll.....I so want to do that. I’ve checked that next door’s car is here and yes unfortunately it looks like they are here for the weekend.....poooo! So candidates for our roady are being discussed in the Hot Machero household. SJ’s brother “The Chav” as she calls him....has shown some interest and he is good with sound wires and gadgets. The Chavster is into Eminem even younger than SJ he thinks he is Marshall Mathers himself. Could be fun to have the Chavster around....he’s a good kid there will be lot’s of blogging material to be written if he joins the team and the brother sister banter will no doubt also be a source of amusement either that or one of them will end up going through one of Dominic’s drums.
Watch this space on more news on the Chavster........
My own personal practice is going well ....the bridge in “into the deep “ is getting easier to play...”Linger” is a piece of pee and “Whistle for the choir” is pretty simple too. I have spoken to SJ and she is happy to do the “he he he Hey!..........ooooooOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOH” in “Don’t you forget about me” if I sing the rest. I think I can sing it and play it!!!!!?!?!?!??!?! SJ was telling me she practices her singing at work in the staff room. In go the I-Pod headphones and off she croons......there she was alone eyes shut hitting the chorus of into the deep “Fly brother fly” the staff room turned into the Hammersmith Apollo singing her heart out she turned to race across the stage so the other fans could see her and bumped straight into her boss...............The Apollo turned back into the staff room. “well I hope you meet your maker” she sang to him as he enquired after her state of mental stability.
Chippy this morning will be upset that his beloved spurs lost in the UEFA cup last night ...he did send me a text halfway through the match announcing that the referee was a twat! Dominic sent me a text confirming he was going to be at practice on Monday. His text messages are cool ....lots of in words like bro and safe .....maybe to enhance our Rock star image Wifey and I need to include them in our vocabulary*
Wifey has been working lates and hasn’t had a great deal of practice time but as the weather was nice yesterday she sat in the garden with her acoustic and whiled away a sunny afternoon before getting ready for work. This morning as stated she was up early and off to work again. Mini Machero are up and eating their cheesy toasties . I have had to stop them from playing “into the deep “ ....Rockstar on his little acoustic and Mini minx on drums. It was .............different but pleasing to see them following in their parent’s footsteps (playing instruments that is ....not playing badly.....well actually it could be said that as well !!!) Rock star jumped up and actually gave a quick burst of “sabre dance“ Wifey has been teaching him it and it was very good.. Well I’m off to do household chores.............more updates over the weekend...............much respect keep it real bro......safe!*

A Flea Insight

No I’ve not been staring closely at our dog again. Flea is the bass player that drives the Red Hot Chili Peppers . In my opinion he is one of the most difficult bass players to mimic he seems not to have a pattern in his playing and he slaps pops and strums with all his fingers whilst bouncing around like a madman. He has even been known to back flip whilst playing
Now for a long time I have struggled to find a pattern in his playing but last night the penny dropped. I will impart this knowledge onto any other budding bassist that happens to read my humble blogs. At band practice the other night the collective agreement was to practice for next session “Hand in my pocket “by the fantastic Alanis Morrisette. It was like a German salami hitting me over the head as I knew that the bass player on that album with Alanis was ......yes you got it......Flea. I resigned myself to working out a simpler bass line having seen the tab sheet for it a day earlier. We are asking SJ to sing out of her comfort zone....Chippy and Wifey are pushing their respective boundaries. Dominic has come up trumps surpassing expectations, so it is my turn to step up to the plate .....So I put on my headphones which make me look like a cyber man and grabbed my bass.
So there I sat, in the dim light of a glass 80s wall lamp (it’s going to get it! when we decorate) a lone figure in the dead of the night on a stool . Fender Jazz bass sat on my lap awaiting my fingers to play along it’s strings to make it sound as cool as it looks. I toyed with the idea of taking my headphones off but I do like our neighbours they must really detest the instruments but have never moaned but Papa neighbour told me that that they only ever hear wifey’s sax and my bass......oops. Mama neighbour sent us a Christmas card (at Christmas funnily enough) addressed to “the rockers” next door!!!! their three teenagers seem cool about it. Toddster is busy renovating his first car an old ford fiests which has more holes on it’s body than Phil Taylor’s dart board. I actually saw it wasn’t there the other day so I asked if someone had towed it away! His younger brother ,has hair that covers most his face he plays bass and sings in a band and their younger sister doesn’t say boo to a goose.........(mainly because we have no geese in our road) They all take in parcels for us and I bet recently they have been worried as The PA Mixer arrived and they took it in. The Speaker cables also went to them and they saw me lugging in our PA speakers the other day. I half expected them to deny all knowledge of the speaker cables when I went to retrieve them delivery card in hand........Papa neighbour is moving into the carpentry trade .I have visions of him batoning down all their hatches with bits of 2X4 in fear of his worldly possessions taking off when we try out the PA system that he has seen steadily arrive at Villa Machero!!!!......
Anyway back to the plot....I stuck with Flea’s tab for just under an hour........and finally I sussed him.......
What I reckon, is that he gets bored and say he is playing a bass line for a verse he will have two or three riffs which all sound great which he plonks into place as and when he fancies . the same can be said about Dani California ...he does it there too.......So there you go sorted......Though I nearly ended up in traction trying the back flip almost inserting Fender Jazz bass in a region that it’s sunburst finish definitely won’t shine

There's a guy in the church loft swears he's Elvis!

It was like someone adjusting the picture. the moment the spotty faced geeky fitting advisor at Spec savers gave me these quicksilver glasses and I put them on everything became sharp.......It only then sunk in why I was having so many near misses in the car and leaving a trail of destruction in my rear view mirror.
Monday night was the first time we had the whole band together in one room and I know sometimes these pages degenerate into the farsical mutterings of a madman, today I am going to write seriously for a bit as I think that the commitment of the band last night shone through for many reasons. Firstly SJ had only actually landed from the USA a few hours earlier and hadn't slept for over 24 hours and still sang away with a smile on her face. For someone who had had two weeks on holiday it was evident she had practiced as she did really good with "into the deep" and "sing " two songs she struggled with before she went away.Wifey had a really sore neck and played through it in quite some considerable pain we all agreed that her intro to "Into the deep" rocks.....for our American fans.!!!!.(Moose we know you are watching our Myspace now). ..Into the deep Rucks!!!!. Dominic has obviously been practicing, as his wrist stamina was more solid for a lot longer last night(I might re word that !) We all agreed that Dom's chosen beat to "into the deep" drove the song along better or at least it suited us better (not to criticize an awesome song as is) ....but Dominic's drumming put the Hot Machero slant on it. Chippy brought along his girlfriend....his Laney amp...and a beauty she is too. He has also bought a pickup for his acoustic. This really shows the Chipster's intentions and his guitar playing certainly adds to the band I could hear us both lock into a groove on "Into the Deep" and "Sing" is brought to life with his accompaniment to Wifey and sounded really good. We failed The Chipster a bit as he was without music for "I wanna hold your hand" which I think sounded great and certainly enjoyed playing.
"Sitting on the dock of the bay" is another favourite as the bass line I feel is the real special bit of that song and SJ sang this well too. We only actually went through it twice and Dominic who seems to be in the best position to hear the band properly said it sounded good as it was .Halfway through "Into the deep" I got terrible cramp in my left foot which sent me into an Elvis like dance the pain increased I had to carry on with the song and I was almost on one knee trying to flex my toes....I caught chippy looking at me as if to say "Saddo do you really think you look cool!!! I protested to the band I had cramp but I got the feeling they felt my claims were as false as a tranny's fanny.
Wifey and I have purchased a PA system complete with mixer and monitors and next week we are going to unleash the Hot Machero onto it and hopefully this will balance things out a bit.......Chippy with his girlfriend Laney (his amp ) and Wifey with her Kustom made my little 10 watt jobby look very inadequate and we had to virtually gaffer tape it to Dominic's ear for him to be able to hear my bass lines. My little 10 watt did exceptionally well under the circumstances we all thought...
At five to nine we reluctantly decided that we would pack up before the grumpy gate keeper arrived ...and true to form he was grumpy ...."We are already packing up "I cheerfully announced to him as he came up the stairs "I'm late " he replied grumpily..!
Back at home we gave best friend M (head groupie) who was baby sitting the mini Machero a blow by blow account of the rehearsal she gave us a blow by blow account of what our little darlings had been up to ...we are forever in best friend's debt and we will mention her when we get out Brit award.....

Boozey Karaoke

The weekend is over. The party we went to in Lincolnshire is but a memory of booze, singing, eating Booze, laughter, stories, booze, shinging, booze, more shinging hic! More shtuffing one's face with more food It was good to see old friends and everyone left with the age old tradition of swearing they'd all keep in touch..............
Wifey has gone to work, the Mini Machero are still away with the fairies and I am awaiting the clock to strike eight to arrange to have the day off with my boss at work I need a day's recovery!!!!!!So I thought I will write a few lines .Tonight is band night and I received the usual text from all confirming attendance. As party singing goes the old Karaoke is always a favourite but it will be nice to get back behind my bass tonight. I didn't get behind the mic much ,I don't sing in front of strangers! Wifey on the other hand has regularly got up and sang Wuthering heights and pulled it off admirably. This party was no exception and she opened the proceedings and got the due applause her performance deserved .Most of the partygoers were either RAF ex RAF or partners and family of. So as the alcohol flowed the Karaoke degenerated into football chants like singing with lots of raised glasses and the obligatory heads stuck together all trying to get a piece of the microphone. Together with my good mate Jockanese K...MBE (straight up!! he got this for services to his country in the middle east) we stood in the kitchen doing Mexican waves and chanting back terrace favourites like ......"You are Shit..ahhhhhhh!" and " Who are you who are you" Now this must have appeared quite a sight as Jockanese K sounds unmistakably Scottish and he was wearing a German footy top having come back from a 3-year tour! I'm sure Jockanese K...MBE will pop up in these pages from time to time.
Wifey was busy drinking weird and wonderful liquors with Jockanese K....MBE's wife ...Mrs Jockanese K. I think baby Guinness was one of them which had baileys and Tia Maria in it I think. How she wasn't sick I don't know.

Uh oh........ peace is shattered the Mini Machero are in the land of the living...Rockstar proudly announces he would actually quite like sausage ,egg beans and toast just like at the Little Chef this weekend as it was very nice!!!!! better get cooking......