Squirrel Crisps
It all started with a seemingly innocent packet of crisps resting on the bar in the Forrester's Arms where we were playing tonight.
‘Fancy a squirrel crisp?' said one of the bystanders at the bar.
‘I'm vegetarian' I replied with a sigh of relief.
‘They are chocolate and chilli really' interjected another.
Inspecting the packet carefully, I saw they were indeed chocolate and chilli.
OK, I thought - nothing meaty about that.
Crunch ..... Crunch.......
‘Pretty foul' I grimaced, adding, ‘They taste as bad as squirrel!!!'.
At that point, I left them mulling over the remains of the packet whilst chatting about rodent-related matters.
What about the rest of the audience? They were engaging with something far more enjoyable - our music. Lots of applause and cheering, and the inevitable ‘encore'. It was great to get such good feedback particularly on our own material. It is often suggested to us that our own songs are better than the covers we do.
Onward and upward with our own songs!
And out with squirrel crisps!
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To fuel the macabre and
To fuel the macabre and blood-thirsty fantasy based nightmares of some of our friends out there the landlady of the Foresters is about to leave for a new job - working at a reindeer park promoting it as a venue for live bands and Hell's Angel rallies. Now you can forget your squirrel crisps and roll on Ozzy Ozbourne biting the head off Rudolph!
See you at the next gig,
S
Dear Sharon
Wonder if the new venue will draw any 'deer stalkers'. If so, they will definitely love our own material. Rudolf - be on your guard!
Chilli and chocolate - return of the Aztecs!
Hmmmm - blood thirsty rituals and sacrifices. Obviously I am one of those people with macabre fantasies!
As long as I don't have to eat a squirrel, especially a red one.They are my friends and I understand their secret language.......