OK everybody, after me,1.....2.....3.....Arummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Anybody got a guitar? Oh yeah, I remember, i have.lets all stop the moaning and join hands in harmony...
Don't knock the poncho. The year is 1974, the place Torkington Park Hazel Grove near Stockport, the time 2 am on a Sunday morning. Hey said Dickie, let's roll a joint. Right said Steve. Hang on said Johnny, let's make a really big one. Everybody empty their pockets and see what we've got. Between the 8 of us we reckoned we had the makings of a super joint. What are we going to roll it on? asks a beardless Beard. Use my poncho said the adorable Jan-josette. After half an hour of trying to roll a monster roach in the dark, success was ours. The monster doobie was raised up to be lit but was found to be a little structurally unsound. Someone, forget who now but it could have been Bob Marley, suggested keeping the J low and in one position with everybody rotating round it. Success, and with the wise words of Dylan exhorting us to "Don't bogart that joint my friend," we all had a number of good tokes. After a while someone possibly Jimi Hendrix commented that it tasted a bit weird. I sparked up my lighter to reveal the cause. Part of the fringe from Jan's poncho had been rolled into the joint and we were all now smoking her clothing. At that point John, George, Paul and Ringo turned up and invited us onto their Yellow Submarine which was parked on the Manchester Ship Canal. We accepted of course, but how to get there. Of course, on the Who's Magic Bus. Ginger, Eric and Bruce suggested we drove the Beatles' car to the bus stop but it turned out to be a NSU which no-one liked so we went home, knowing that wool did not enhance the flavour of hashish. Far Out Man.lol i will pick the daisy's for our hair...
You may be right, hey man, I've just remembered, I'm sure there was a magical talking leopard there as well.I take it due to new year and christmas you supply of medication has been interrupted.
Forget the '60s, they were only practicing then. They were still trying to get over the austerity of the '50s. By the late '80s AIDS was here your local drug dealer was armed and nothing would ever be the same again.lol iam not knocking it man... we need to bring back the 60's.. forget all our troubles and have a nice smoke in the daisy fields while girls dance around in circles...
I used to be a member of the IAM. It was very useful indeed and I would recommend it (even though at the time, back in the 70's my local group was run by a lot of retired cops wearing facial hair that they were very proud of and excess aftershave- no offence intended to anybody, but it was a fact!). The only thing Beard is I don't think the Government would take any notice of the IAM. After all, the IAM has existed for years, and so has the ABD, but they haven't made much difference so far - although I could be wrong of course.
Of course. It's a vegetarian cafe on Oxford Rd. in Manchester, just near the University.
I also joined the IAM in the '70s and I thought most of the members were stuck in the '50s and refused to acknowledge the existence of the synchromesh gearbox. They all used to meet on the car park at Stockport on Greek Street. I'm afraid we didn't get on and I left without taking the test. Although I did join the "Citizens' Driving Course" run by the Police at Longsight
