Grateful Dead

shit, I just heard from a friend, George Carlin passed away in Santa Monica... one of the funniest of the great funnymen. a real original. RIP, George. may the four winds blow you safely home. peace.

Like a taco. "Where does the time go?"

grate story there, CB. Thanks. an extra tenner for your troubles, mate. damn you go cheap! ( -; by 81 Wakeman, was indeed a man who needed a 'wake' for his career. should have rolled him up in that carpet. peace.

As promised to folks in the chat room Years ago (1981 or 82) I worked from time to time as stage crew at the old Hammersmith Odeon theatre in London and was called up one day to unload trucks for a gig by Rick Wakeman, rather a fading star at that time, what with punk and new wave taking over. Rick’s stage set up, as well as the usual banks of keyboards, included a thick pile white carpet covering the entire vast stage. It was a nightmare to unload and lay all this in time for the show, but when the time came for Rick to appear on stage no-one could find him. The tour manager was running around shouting and as half an hour passed the crowd was becoming restless. Finally after about 40 minutes Rick was located in the pub across Hammersmith Broadway in a very well lubricated state and was dragged by his tour manager back to the Odeon to perform. As he lurched into the wings the superstar declared that he was not prepared to go on stage because his white carpet was dirty. One of the theatre staff was sent on a desperate search and returned with an old fashioned upright vacuum cleaner..a real museum piece. This was shoved into my hands by the tour manager and I was ordered to vacuum the carpet. Meanwhile things were getting quite ugly out front, and as I hesitated the tour manager said “there’s an extra tenner in it for you”. I was really broke at the time so off I went, pushing the ancient machine back and forth across acres of white carpet while the angry crowd stared, laughed, shouted, booed and subjected me to a torrent of abuse. Meanwhile in the wings the tour manager was frantically giving me hand signals, pointing out bits I had missed, until at last Mr Wakeman finally declared himself satisfied and I was able to retreat, my humiliation completed by a sarcastic round of applause. I collected my ten pounds and went straight over to the pub Rick had just left to drown my sorrows. This incident deeply scarred me and gave me a lifelong psychological aversion to vacuuming, but Mrs Badger will not accept that as an excuse!!!!

I'll have to try that when it is "soup season" again, maybe I'll make some form of cod chowda with white turnips. Thanks for the t(urn)ip! Eat cod! (that one really does crack me up!) | Wait until the rutabaga is shredded, then steam it |

I use 'em in soup all the time. White turnips, that is. I like rutabagas shredded and steamed, served with butter, salt and a splash of vinegar. I'm no slave to convention! Goes great with cod, BTW... Conversation is always more interesting than recitation, so speak your mind and not someone else's.

Har har! Outside of the above observations, I'd like to add one little thing: Parsnips! Does anyone eat parsnips anymore? or Turnips? Whats up with food that falls out of favor? | Wait until the veil is shredded, then reveal it |

thanks iknowurider... the thing is, getting in deep with certain organized crime types is a recipe for personal disaster. it is one thing to have bets laid, and to have people stake you for a few pool games, but another to sign papers and be the guy who would take the fall if shit turned sour... guess who would have done the time for some other fucker's crime?? the deadnet grand opening may very well have been at Nellis rather than in Vegas. what chick wouldn't dig a nice rack?? those who think that more than a mouthful is a waste. ( -; peace.

That's a shame to hear. I'd envisioned a huge deadnet Grand Opening! Damn You know I have an opinion about your so called "sexist remarks" & since your on the edge of your seat to hear it: What chick wouldn't dig a nice rack?? You never know, sounds like a groovy idea & it could come to pass yet. Anyway, least you know what's up & didn't get suckered.(as I'm seeing Ol Elmer Fudd's head turning into a Sucker) PEACE

can anybody spell federal indictment for income tax evasion backwards?? might as well call the place 'Skim City' or 'The Laundry' sheesh. some folks think I was born yesterday. no fall guy, I. not a patsy either. the deal is dead in the water. could have worked, but the risks of doing serious federal time were too great given the 'set up' so to speak. (never told them my cool idea for the places name, neither -- so there!)