Ok so it
had been all quiet on the western front and G was away on a mission on the
utmost secrecy, even Cookie didn’t know where he was allegedly he was deep
cover somewhere in the old Soviet Bloc he was armed and extremely dangerous
.......ok so he gone for a boys week of surfing in Cornwall but the other stuff
sounded better! we still decided to have ago for a drinkie and for a change we
decided to go to the Brit instead of our usual haunt there was only the four of
us, so as always the wife was running on her own time zone and all though I did
encourage her (shout) it was to no avail and when we finally got there after
picking E up we got through the door and poor SMOR was sitting there all
forlorn.
We got ourselves an alcoholic beverage and
sat and generally chatted amongst ourselves enjoying the banter as we normally
do, a few more drinks and a decision to move venues just across the road to the
Maltings an ok pub but upstairs and being buoyed by drink I jogged up the
stairs like the crippled person that I am, I wasn’t overly enamoured by the
prices either but we soldiered on but the atmosphere was also a drag and we
wanted to fun so we headed back to the Brit and that’s when it happened time
stood still and all other things in the universe ceased to matter we were
obviously missing G as we all started to talk like him (nobody can walk like
him certainly not me with my knees) and so we decided that we had to get the
word “Potato” into every single sentence, utterance anything we were naming
fave CD’s such as Dark side of the Potato by Potato Floyd you can guess what
went on which even now I wouldn’t dare to put anything further as the space
time continuum would rupture and spew “potato’s” everywhere. Needless to say we
all nearly needed an ambulance and a team of specialists for heart and brain
surgery cos we chuckled so much, I like the fact that we all channelled G so
much that we were all nearly carted off to the loony bin ah well all good
things do sometimes need to come to a close….well not quite!
The week returned to normal (well as normal
as we actually allow it) frivolity soon raised its head with the sending of
various photographs of you guessed it “potato’s” I even set up a page on
Farcebook for The Potato Liberation Army yes even at my advancing years I still
like to be just a tad silly. On the
Thursday SMOR got us in to see The Union Actually that was a story in itself as
we met up in The Mile Castle in Newcastle for a pint and a bite to eat, Curry
being the order of the night the wife wasn’t too happy because she knew I would
be loaded for bear afterwards but she smiled sweetly and got on with it, we
weren’t to bothered about the support bands (it must be an age thing because
when I was younger I wanted to see everybody) so we wandered up with about 10
minutes to spare annoyed to see that it was upstairs and that it was sold out
(the band deserved it but in the interests of safety it should have been moved
downstairs because it was a disaster zone) me and the wife decided to head back
down the stairs and sit and listen to the great music, I tend to agree with SMOR
that’s as big as they are going to get a great band but rock music is dead at
least in it’s present form we headed out the doors early took SMOR home well we
did have to have a cheeky drink in the “Wouldhave” well we would have been
naughty not to call in we were only being social able honest…..
We dropped SMOR off and headed off into the
darkness heading back to that mythical land where potatoes live wild and free
without fear of being stripped naked and smashed to bits ok I lie but it does
sound like a heavenly place, a dream that might one day be a reality and not a
pipe dream of a lunatic Russian billionaire intent on freeing our beloved “pomme
de terre” damn I have started talking in tongues somebody get this boy a doctor
or a drink ......actually I prefer the second one but if it has to be the first
one can it be a female one and pretty as well ooops time to move on
So the week came to a juddering halt work
beckoned and I was looking at 10 days on nightshift doing Christmas decorations
at work I wasn’t happy I wasn’t even pretending to be happy it’s the one part
of my job that I hate, but it did mean that I could take the time to catch up on
as much work as I possibly could, not that ever goes to plan obstacles and
diversions always get thrown in the way but hopefully with a bit luck these
would be navigated to a satisfactory result.
Well what happened to all the
“potatoes” I hear you ask well that
really would be telling I have a feeling that this potentially could run and
run so watch this space or even the stars because you never know when the
Potato liberation Army will strike ready to strike fear where ever a potato
lives in fear and oppression ..... Ok I need my meds now and I need to lie down
in a darkened room but don’t say that you haven’t been warned
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