Damp grass beckons

Quick one from me today as I have to go and lie in a moist field while being aurally assaulted this evening. This on top of having a miserable cold and sore throat. That’ll help, then.
Those of you familiar with the Cape Town calendar and my musical tastes will have already worked out where I’m going for tonight’s entertainment. The weather appears to have it in for me though, with absolutely no rain forecast to wet his piano.

I’m reading the FAQs for tonight’s event. Apparently:

Activities such as ‘stage diving’, ‘moshing’, ‘climbing’ and ‘crowd surfing’ are strictly prohibited for your own safety.

No moshing? For real? How the hell am I supposed to get down to Crocodile Rock without moshing?
Although there are also some helpful hints for those planning a quick escape:

Persons deemed to be behaving in a manner that is dangerous or unacceptable to management will be refused admission and/or removed from the venue

That sounds doable… But then Mrs 6000 would never speak to me again. Sigh.
I will just have to drown my sorrows with Milk Stout and sneak my iPod in.

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  1. I went off him a bit back when he’d just had his new hair weave, and he was a bit of a miserable bastard, playing at Sun City. It was an evening gig, and the muppet chose to wear a white shirt, in the open air, with spotlights beaming down on him… and then he spent the evening swatting away the various insects that had come to admire his hair and his shirt, and being a bit arsey with the audience! 😀

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