FL12Sept - Page 148

Made In England
the way. We cut across country from
Ashford, passing Tenterden, Goudhurt, Lamberhurst and Groombridge,
and it brought home to us how glad
we were to be English, living in such
a stunningly beautiful country. Quite
a memorable trip, really, and I can’t
wait to do it again.
A fortnight later it was much more
straightforward. We went to Wembley, we saw AC/DC, we came home.
Hmm, maybe not that straightforward. Unfortunately, a few days
before the gig, Chilly called to say that
he and Lyn wouldn’t be able to go, as
she just wasn’t well enough. I knew
how much they’d both been looking
forward to it, so I was gutted for them.
One of our number offered to drive, so
not only could the rest of us have a
drink, but we didn’t have to worry
about the horrendous train journey
home. We arrived at three, had a nice,
pleasant drink outside until six, and
then went in to see The Answer.
Unfortunately, Thin Lizzy had to pull
out at the last minute, and we thought
the Answer would have been main
support, but a band called The Subways were, and they weren’t anywhere near as good as their sandwiches. The Answer needed more
volume, but seemed quite good; The
Subways were appalling, but then
came the main event…
They came on to a three-minute
video that led up to ‘Rock ‘n’ Roll
Train’, which crashed onto the stage
in a crescendo of sound, and didn’t let
up for two hours. They did everything
we wanted to hear. ‘Thunderstruck’,
‘Whole lotta Rosie’, ‘The Jack’, ‘Dirty
Deeds’, ‘Back in Black’ oh, just loads.
Angus was unleashed for an unbelievable fifteen minute guitar solo on
‘Let there be Rock’, which took place
about twenty yards from us, and
ended the set. But of course it didn’t.
They came back with ‘Highway to
Hell’ and ultimately, of course, ‘For
those about to Rock’. It was raucous,
loud, and pure bloody brilliant! The
buzz as we came out was great, but
as most of them were off to catch a
rock ‘n’ roll train, we strolled into a
relatively empty pub for a last couple
before a kebab and the journey home.
Surely, this must be heaven.
So that was it for this month, and
that’s the end of the jaunts for the
moment. I must say I would have
loved to have seen Neil Young at
Hyde Park the next day; I heard he
was brilliant, but these blue suede
shoes need a bit of rest these days, so
I had to pass on that. Next month,
there may be more reviews, who
knows, but I must ask you one thing –
Torchwood, how brilliant was that?!
Gripping, harrowing drama of the
most exquisite science fiction kind.
Bloody brilliant, BBC.
Talking of gripping, harrowing
drama… Oh My Lord! Monty and
Jimmy, how did you do that? Remarkable. Right, we’ve got six weeks –
time to start learning the words:
“And did those feet….” n
A Novel Approach
by Keith Jenkins
Joe with a good ‘un, at last .
ello chaps, keeping
well? Look, before I
start I have an
apology to make, in
advance. I’m afraid
that this month’s
column may not be up to its normal
sparkling standard. You see, I’m desperately trying to finish my book and,
as I sit here now, the deadline that my
wife set me is a mere two weeks
away and I seem to be no closer to
finishing than I was two weeks ago.
The problem is that the more I write,
the more I realise I have to write, if
that makes sense. I’d sort of set
myself a target of about 100,000
words, which I’ve just reached, but I
still have another 20,000 or so in my
stupid bloody head, so I’m trying to
cram in as much as I can, when I can.
I normally allow myself a couple of
nights to write this column, but I just
haven’t got the time at the moment,
so I’m going to not only crowbar it
into one evening, but also cheat a bit
by sticking a couple of passages of
the book in, to sort of bulk it out.
Never know, you might actually like
‘em and fancy reading some more –
stranger things have happened. So,


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