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Friday, August 8, 2008

Stockholm 10's 2008 Memories...or not



The end of July and once again time for the Stockholm 10's with the South Pacific Masters....although this year there would be a twist as I headed off to Scotland on the thursday to catch some live favorites playing on stage at the liquid rooms, aka Music box in Edinburgh.
To my distain the gig was cancelled as the MetroPigs in derbyshire had decided to cancel an R&B / Bike festival the same weekend which kept the bands all the way from the Southern states of the US, at home.
I headed over anyway to meet and greet. Things were going spendid and on the friday I met up with my "så kallad" cousin in a seedy bar down Leith Walk.
I laughed as I walked from the rather stuck up centre of Edinburgh to what the Proclaimers signed off as " Sunshine over Leith"...very apt (even though they actually lived as neighbours in Marchmont when I lived there) and as I walked I noticed the props for "trainspotting" hadn't changed very much, nor the extra's for that film..
The dive..or shall I call it, Pub, was like the pub scene from the original "Star Wars" whith every new creature coming through the door creating a bewildered stare..
"where do these people crawl from" was muttered under the breath...
...a few hours in and I had to take a leek..as I walked up to the bar having taken a leek I heard the barman say to a stool of 4,
"mate, you've dropped a £20....."
As walked back to the gang with an armful of Stella draught I searched through my pockets to discover I'd dropped my cash....£80 to be exact...or maybe £100 all in..
I started sweating bullets and emptied all my pockets...nada...empty...over 1000 kronor....I took the plunge and went up to the 4 at the £20 table and asked,
"have you just found a large wad of cash by any chance?"...
..despite the look of the 4 and the general surroundings, it came as a pleasant surprise that indeed they had been handed all of £79 and £1 which had been picked up in the toilets...they handed it back and asked for nowt apart from that I'd buy a drink for the person responsible for picking up the money...he wasn't at the same table...strange indeed. I was introduced and he declined a beer.."so buy the barman a drink, he's a good lad"...fine by me..
£80 up and relieved, my kids Godfather and I shared a kebab and taxi back to his. The Stella had done it's job, Inter Stella style...and I lost my brand new mobile...FUCK!..

...I hadn't mentioned the rest of the plan...which was to fly back from Glasgow to Stockholm Skavsta on the night flight to arrive at 12.00 and then meet up with ma girl in town at 01.30 in the centre of Stockholm...so I looked up her name on eniro.se and phoned her 08 ,saturday morning to tell her there would be no sms or calls and to meet up at 01,30..
Flight went well...I got on the Expressbus which didn't go to the meeting place we had agreed so I asked a girl on the bus if I could sms her the changed plans...she was kind enough to let me use her mobile...then it came like a twist with lemon,
"where are you? Where are you staying?where have you been?Why haven't you answered my sms or answered the phone..?" etc...
..suffice to say from the time I had made the 08 breakfast call to now, she had tackled an Elefant in the first day of competition and landed backwards on her head incurring a severe concussion..so everything was lost to the matrix , even the fact that my mobile had gone and that I was coming back from Scotland to meet up...
I took a taxi to the hotel where the teams were staying..I managed to get room 604..
The door of 604 opened to an unknown face..strange as I knew every member of the squad...set watched to 01.40..popular as a donkey punch if I misheard which room....
"..is sara staying here?"
"..there's no sara staying here...my names Sara though(?????)...who r you?...how old is she?"
"is there anyone with a concussion staying here?"
"no...wait...there was someone who had been to the hospital..."
I was ushered in...and there , with a towel wrapped around her head and sitting up in bed..was the headcase...
whispering , knowing to be wary on the wakeup side of things, I poked and said "hi U"..
which was greeted with the mightiest "SAW 3" Sceam which woke up the entire floor....
Sara 2 apoligized at letting me in and started ushering me out as if I was a prevert....
Fortunatly the headbanger remembered that I wasn't the ghool from under the bed...
"ok, just keep waking her up every two hours to make sure she doesn't fall into a coma.."

So, about 2 hours sleep, a long trip and a coma victim..
The South Pacific Masters were happy to see me turn up and we went out to win for a third year running...

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