weather with you by crowded house
March 1992 - I was doing my basic training with the Royal Artillery at Woolwich Barracks. After all the beasting we had one rather relaxed evening, all sitting in the halls bulling our boots. All strangers to each other, but in the last few days flung into turmoil and complete trusted camaradary. We sat, polishing our boots, and just listening to this song as it whipsered from the radio. A lovely moment - it was then I felt I had to share something with the group - something personal and close. So Idecided to inform that due to a mix of the cracking biscuits laden in our rat packs, and a fear of shitting in the field and having to carry it in my bergen, that I had gone without a dump for a whole week.

The subsequent despatch to the loo, followed by the most satisfying of dump I have ever had, and subsequent stench to the dorm area always is reminded by that beautiful number. I wonder if they thought of that when they penned the lyrics?
(Waynster James Joyce is fucking my sister!, Thu 24 Mar 2005, 20:44, Reply)