A Blast From the Past.

Whilst I was basking in the pale glory of having had a massive 3 readers of my Ebook (An Uneventful Soldier) I was wondering if I should have spent some real money on trying to publish the book in soft back and tried to sell some on line or on Ebay. Perhaps given my low readership that was not really a starter but then my E Mail squawked "there is mail for you", this of course delivered in the voice of the HAL9000 computer from the movie "2001 A Space Odyssey", there was a mail from an old friend and workmate from Scotland!! He casually announced that he had discovered my Book and my Blog! Was this reader 1 or reader 3? In any event this email evoked all sorts of memories from my days at IBM and travel to Greenock when "this friend" of mine one day suggested I may like to accompany him on a night out to his local haunt "The Dugout" in Greenock. How could I refuse when he then told me we had to buy tickets for a show that was on there featuring the USA Calendar Girls. These girls were all famous name lookalikes - the only one I can remember was a Cher lookalike! Well what a night it turned out to be, the club full to bursting with me no doubt the only Englishman there, plus Big Ian, my friend Rab and I am not sure who else now but the beer flowed and the atmosphere more tense as the girls failed to appear on time. By the time they did arrive the packed throng had become a baying gang demanding more and more of the hapless lookalikes who invited various members of the audience to come on stage to be photographed with them for a fiver a time. This proved to be a spectacular disaster for the organisers of the event when the only disabled member of the audience was picked up in his wheelchair and passed up onto the stage for his photograph. He was photographed and charged his fiver and given his polaroid snap and then, still in his wheelchair, passed back into the baying throng but something went wrong. I am not sure what happened at this stage other than for some unaccountable reason the lad in the wheelchair was ejected from the club by the bouncers!!! He was simply picked up in his chair and lifted above the heads of the mob and bounced! Needless to say, we sympathised (not!!!) I am sorry to say that we laughed until we cried. The end of the evening was a bit of an anti climax and it was not until I got back home to England that a friend of mine passed me a copy of the "Daily Star" reporting the "riot at the Dugout" .... fame!

I have to thank Rab K for reminding me about the "riot" - I wonder who started it?