Gigs

My kids have both returned to school, now that the summer school holidays are over (I'm in Australia) , so I must tackle my third novel again.  I'll have to do some today because I won't have a chance tomorrow because I'm working -paid work, not writing! 

One of my FB friends has added me to a group that is dedicated to The Rockin' 80s.  I said he could add me because I thought it might be fun, but here's the rub: I SO HATED THE EIGHTIES!  The best moment for me was 11.59pm on New Years Eve, 31 December 1989 because I knew the wretched decade was coming to an end.  But I did get thinking about going to see Aussie pub bands back then, and we had quite a few good 'uns.  I still recall going to this popular venue in the eastern suburbs of Sydney to see the Hoodoo Gurus.  I don't know if they were big in the States.  They had a kind of a Sixties theme with a contemporary twist, and sometimes wore a bit of paisley.  My impercunious cousins and I couldn't afford bar prices, so we used to go to the bottle shop, buy bottles of cheap cider, and sit across the road on the beach swigging until it was time for the band to come on. I'd be on the sand in my acid washed jeans and white off the shoulder shirt with leather inserts, swilling the brew.  And then it would be time to wade through the throng of sweaty patrons to find the possie - which unfortunately for us was often in front of a bunch of developmentally arrested clowns who would slam-dance.  At one gig, I was queuing in the ladies' toilet, with my legs plaited.  Other patrons were there, too, doing the ancient Oh God I Need A Piss dance, that has been known to ward off famine in certain cultures.  The far and near cubicles were in operation, but the middle one remained shut.  Turns out there was a couple getting up to what may be euphemistically referred to as a bit of the old nasty in there.

Maybe I'll put this in one of my stories.  But in the meantime, my other work can be chcked out via Zeus Publications, http://www.zeus-publications.com 

You can read Ch 1 of 'Calumny while reading Irvine Welsh' (adult satire) or Ch 1 of 'Abernethy' (young adult).

Ciao!