We arrange to Meet Greg and Di in Millennium Square. “You'll know when your there I say”
and off we go.
Wehn we get there they ring a couple of minutes latter asking where we are? We’ll we are here too. But then it is a big Square.
We go to the pub have some dinner and I get a ticket presented to me.
The music starts and we head down the stairs to the floor standing area.
The party begins. If there are any mad women out there who have neails, please keep them to yourselves, if I come out into the audience. Look what some mad girl did to me the other night. If we can be nice to each other I’m more likely to stay on stage.
The sound here is great.
The tunes give the buzz.
They are electric.
I sing along too.
he dances like me as if he doesn’t give a cow.
Then there is some gentle songs
And some golden oldies.
just like my imagaination.
Highness of another place.
Where the sounds of the dreams take you
far far far away.
I’m really not here.
And then briefly they disappear. There is a roar of noise. Shouting, whistling, and demands of more, more, more.
It was a tease
this was the party
this was what it is all about
The high before the
when we all return to reality
to see the truth
of what is around us.
A while later we are outside. Well I am. Where are the others?
We meet up and wander the streets. What kind of bar would you like to go to I ask?
Oh right I know the perfect place. And so we are back in Foley’s. The bar girl from last night smiles at me and wishes me well. She must have seen my Google review I did earlier. “So Nack what will it be?” asks Greg.
That will do.
And so the drinks are poured.
And we chat the night away.
We leave and things aren’t quiet right.
Les you know what I need?
I need a kebab from Leeds’ best late night take away joint. It was on the way to the hotel thankgod.
There was a film on, there was conversation about the film that was on with others in there. It was a big TV, a big one, a cathay ray tube TV. And as for the kebab. Well its was the best I’d ever had.
As we enter the hotel, I ask for more milk from the more milk ration desk, A.K.A the reception. This time I was given a descent amount.
And there was bed. Did I make a night time cuppa? I don’t know, but I’ll never forget that Kebab…….