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 You're confident and bold, and your lucky red underwear will only make you more sure of yourself. You have a great zest for life, and you tend to take on impossible goals - and succeed. When it comes to love, it's hard for you to take the time to open up. You're too busy conquering the world. So if you're looking for a little more romance, put on your red underpants. And see where their passion takes you! |
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Live at the Apollo
I ought to start by saying I cant play an instrument. Tone Deaf. The best way for me to get a tune out of a guitar would be to bang it against a wall, but I have played at the Apollo.
I was doing rope access work in Manchester when we got a job setting up lighting rigs for a concert.
We were up in the roof swinging on ropes as the band were setting up…once they had sound checked, the stage was cleared and was strictly off limits to everyone. There were even a couple of bouncers at either end of the stage to stop people messing with the instruments. Too tempting:
I quietly abseiled down onto the stage and got off the rope.
I walked to the front of the stage and picked up a guitar, which gave out a low frequency hum. A bouncer looked over at me.
I approached the Microphone. The bouncer started walking toward me.
In my best Rock and Roll voice I yelled “GOOD EVENING MANCHESTER!” and did what I thought was a good impression of a power chord.
The bouncer ran at me and did a full on flying tackle.
I was ejected from the premises and told not to come back. Ever.
(Fri 30th Jun 2006, 19:03, More)
Live at the Apollo
I ought to start by saying I cant play an instrument. Tone Deaf. The best way for me to get a tune out of a guitar would be to bang it against a wall, but I have played at the Apollo.
I was doing rope access work in Manchester when we got a job setting up lighting rigs for a concert.
We were up in the roof swinging on ropes as the band were setting up…once they had sound checked, the stage was cleared and was strictly off limits to everyone. There were even a couple of bouncers at either end of the stage to stop people messing with the instruments. Too tempting:
I quietly abseiled down onto the stage and got off the rope.
I walked to the front of the stage and picked up a guitar, which gave out a low frequency hum. A bouncer looked over at me.
I approached the Microphone. The bouncer started walking toward me.
In my best Rock and Roll voice I yelled “GOOD EVENING MANCHESTER!” and did what I thought was a good impression of a power chord.
The bouncer ran at me and did a full on flying tackle.
I was ejected from the premises and told not to come back. Ever.
(Fri 30th Jun 2006, 19:03, More)