WEDNESDAY CLUB - Flaming Lips - I am the Walrus

The Flaming Lips, not fans of eggs anymore.

FLAMING LIPS - I am the Walrus

We went out just before Xmas for some Xmas decorations as we were staying in Spain this season, we usually return to the U.K. to be with Shellhunter and Flycasual. We bought some meat at our Butcher and Old Ma found a large tray of fresh double yolk eggs. (How do they know they are double yolks folk?).  I told Old Ma we will have to be careful with them as there was no top protection.

On the way back home we 'popped' into a local Bar for 'one'  drink and to check out if there was any space for Xmas dinner. We got involved with a disc Jockey guy who looked exactly like Keith Flint from The Prodigy. He had some bright red and green hair, with lots of metal bits on his ears and nose. According to him he travelled with The Prodigy when they toured and that Keith copied the look from him.

A brand new friend

It is strange over here in Spain, all guitarists that you meet have all jammed with Jimi Hendrix and all guys who have been in the Forces are ex SAS. People seem to re-invent themselves for some reason. I once met an Ex-army, guitarist, cyclist, tennis player. I will stop right there as you know where I am going with this. Anyway we had a great old time with KF look alike, he was great fun (top bloke)....and after a few whiskey shots we booked up for Xmas Lunch there.

'Too Late to stop now' was said  Good Old Van.  I have quoted that one more times than I have had whiskey shots.

On finals on the way home we popped into 'Pats Bar' just for 'one for the road'.  Old Ma got involved with a woman who said she was a medium. I asked the medium if she could get in touch with an old guitar buddy of mine, a J. Hendrix. It did not go down too well. We left pretty late and taking the shopping in I said to Old Ma be careful. She got in the gate and slid on her arse....eggs up in the air!

 £250 pound in anybodys' money.

Only 3 eggs survived from 24 (double yolkers too)  .Laika, our Husky cross gobbled them greedily all up like a Hog. Old Ma was ok by the way! Just a sore Bum.

The next morning when I went out the whole place was a mess, covered in thick yellowish eggy and gooey poos! and slimy lumpy vomit! and let's not mention the smell !! Thank God these eggs were not hard boiled or poor Laika would have been bouncing into Lapland.

Guess who was on clean up duty!  It was of course, all my fault!

A dog after a visit to 'Pats Bar'

As a foot note : we do not normally have such exciting sorties? or do we? Take last Saturday......!

Christmas lunch by the way was excellant, there was more than enough for a doggy bag for Laika and Dixie our Yorkie. We shared a table with a very interesting and entertaing older couple whom we have arranged to meet for a future lunch date.  We missed out Pat's Bar on the way home.??

For more Wednesday Club double yolks!