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whats your claim to fame
whats your claim to fame
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geordiebluesman
49 posts
Jun 26, 2008
11:12 AM
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Hi Harpers,i thought it might be fun to share some Claim To Fame type stories i'm sure most of you guys have something great to tell,so heres my starter.About 20 yrs back me and two mates hit the road down to Pendle where there was a blues festival on, Paul Jones was playing and i was really exited to see a heroe.We hit the pubs about 11.30 am but PJ wasn't on till 11.00pm so we were well served by show time,well i'm ashamed to admit this but i'd had a real tough week at work and i was kind of exhausted and really drunk and i fell asleep with my head resting on the stage and missed half the show,i was really pissed off with myself till about 10 days later when one of my mates got his photo's back and showed me a shot he had taken coz there it was a picture of Paul Jones, head back and wailin like a goodun and using my still slumbering head as a footrest!I felt so much better seeing that coz i may not have been able to remember any of PJ's show in the morning but i bet he rememberd me
Last Edited by on Jun 27, 2008 12:44 AM
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oldwailer
98 posts
Jun 26, 2008
7:38 PM
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Well, there was this time on a Halloween evening back when I was in college at the university of Utah--a good friend came into some money and decided to take me out to dinner at a Greek restaurant. So, needless to say we got going on this stuff called Ouzo. (Ooozo)? I think we had dinner too. After dinner we went to a party where a bunch of people were already underway. I immediately passed out on the floor. In those days I think I was a lean 300 pounds, so nobody tried to move me.
As the party proceeded without me, everybody got loaded and went out into the street where they discovered piles of beautiful Autumn leaves, which they brought back into the apartment where I was resting and buried me and the room with. The party then moved on to another house down the street and I was left alone.
As I painfully awoke the next morning--a head the size of a watermelon, I opened my eyes to discover the leaves. My first thought was: "I've passed out in the street and those assholes left me to rot!"
I guess Ouzo would be too sticky to clean harps--but it sure would taste good!
Last Edited by on Jun 26, 2008 7:40 PM
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