My OperaGrumpy Canadians - Guest Blog by Mick
Wednesday, August 9, 2006 2:00:51 PM
Hi, this is Mick.....
Thank God we got rid of him! Bryan Cox, in the morning, with no food, or coffee, or sleep from the night before ,because someone held him down and poured alchohol into him, is not someone you want to meet.
It was all going so well...Bryan did his usual thing and called up to say he was working 37 hour days in Poofland, and could he come up and get drunk at Hillbilly central. It just so happened that Eddie had been on a website detailing "the shittiest music festivals in Scotland" and there was one on up in Oban.So, there I was at the festival,on the phone trying to find out where Bryan was, and I turned to see a belly, a beer, and a pair of shorts standing in front of me in the pissing rain.
Cue much hugging and running to the beer tent to find Mr and mrs Bucket, wee Brian, and Ed and Al.
Although the festival was pretty crap we had a great party with everyone taking turns trying to do impersonations of Bryan saying...Hi this is Bryan! everybody thought this was hilarious except Bryan who was thinking he should have stayed at work.We even called Kim to see if I could fool her into thinking I was Bryan, but she was at the Church lighting a candle. She had been for a scan and this was to thank the Lord that the baby's head is a normal size and not like Bryans.
Anyway, we stay up all night as usual and go to our sleeping bags only to pee in them.Bryan now owes me twenty six pieces of gum. In the morning the security people wanted us out by Twelve o' clock, which meant we had about three hours sleep. Bryan was in my tent...I snore...a lot...you can see this coming can't you?
CUE BIG GRUMPY CUSSIN CANADIAN....telling anyone who'd listen to F$*& off! He then stormed off to take some pictures of the chemical toilets and the security fence.
I was ok with this as I have called Bryan in the morning before and knew what to expect. We calmed him down and he sat on my tent mumbling ...sleep....food....coffeeee....for a while, then we left.
On the way home Alison caused a blow-out on Eddies bike just by sitting on the back of it. Those tyres ain't built for that kind of pressure.
I didn't attend the chuckie that night but Bryans version of events could be written in stone as follows...
Ed- "its sunday, lets go for a few beers and then a nice meal at a restaurant"
Bryan- "sounds good!"
11.30pm-(10 Guinness later)Ed- "lets phone a curry"
Bryan- "sounds good!"
All in all, a good weekend and always great to see Bryan. I prefer Kim though, she's nicer in the morning.
Thank God we got rid of him! Bryan Cox, in the morning, with no food, or coffee, or sleep from the night before ,because someone held him down and poured alchohol into him, is not someone you want to meet.
It was all going so well...Bryan did his usual thing and called up to say he was working 37 hour days in Poofland, and could he come up and get drunk at Hillbilly central. It just so happened that Eddie had been on a website detailing "the shittiest music festivals in Scotland" and there was one on up in Oban.So, there I was at the festival,on the phone trying to find out where Bryan was, and I turned to see a belly, a beer, and a pair of shorts standing in front of me in the pissing rain.
Cue much hugging and running to the beer tent to find Mr and mrs Bucket, wee Brian, and Ed and Al.
Although the festival was pretty crap we had a great party with everyone taking turns trying to do impersonations of Bryan saying...Hi this is Bryan! everybody thought this was hilarious except Bryan who was thinking he should have stayed at work.We even called Kim to see if I could fool her into thinking I was Bryan, but she was at the Church lighting a candle. She had been for a scan and this was to thank the Lord that the baby's head is a normal size and not like Bryans.
Anyway, we stay up all night as usual and go to our sleeping bags only to pee in them.Bryan now owes me twenty six pieces of gum. In the morning the security people wanted us out by Twelve o' clock, which meant we had about three hours sleep. Bryan was in my tent...I snore...a lot...you can see this coming can't you?
CUE BIG GRUMPY CUSSIN CANADIAN....telling anyone who'd listen to F$*& off! He then stormed off to take some pictures of the chemical toilets and the security fence.
I was ok with this as I have called Bryan in the morning before and knew what to expect. We calmed him down and he sat on my tent mumbling ...sleep....food....coffeeee....for a while, then we left.
On the way home Alison caused a blow-out on Eddies bike just by sitting on the back of it. Those tyres ain't built for that kind of pressure.
I didn't attend the chuckie that night but Bryans version of events could be written in stone as follows...
Ed- "its sunday, lets go for a few beers and then a nice meal at a restaurant"
Bryan- "sounds good!"
11.30pm-(10 Guinness later)Ed- "lets phone a curry"
Bryan- "sounds good!"
All in all, a good weekend and always great to see Bryan. I prefer Kim though, she's nicer in the morning.
