Saturday, 2 November 2013
SONG FOR ALPHONS. .......ANGELS ON ARIELS, IN LEATHER AND CHROME, SWOOPING DOWN FROM HEAVEN TO CARRY ME HOME. MAESTRO THOMPSON AND HIS MOTORCYCLE SONG
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The chronicles of Ruin, continued. Call me Ishmael said....intelligence is knowing what to do when you don't know what to do. Anonymous said... When I don't know what to do,I come here. 10 September 2009 22:59
Ah: More recollections.
My brother-in-law bought a Vincent Black Prince in the middle 50s.
He had decided he wanted to go sidecar racing. He denuded it of all its fancy enclosures, and "welded" a side car on to it.
His buddy did the driving and he did the acrobatics.
They came in "second" first time out and "first" virtually every subsequent time. A couple of years went by and he grew out of it.....he then tried "sprinting an Ariel "Square four"!!!
I think he over-sang it a bit, mr bhs; he doesn't normally stretch the words out, R-I-I-I-I-DE, like that, maybe it was because he was on stage with those other two half-wits, Wainwright and the bint. His playing, though, was exceptional, even for him.
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