King of the Wild Frontier
Many moons ago when I was a mere piglet I with my cohorts ventured up to London to see Motorhead at The Hammersmith Odeon.
There was also I believe a concert of Bob Dylan at Earls Court on the same night if memory serves.
Imagine the scene, the tube train is jam packed with Crusties, Punks, Headbangers and Hippies when along come a fifty something couple laden down with suitcases who manage to enter the already packed carriage.
Unfortunately they were not quite as sprightly as they might have been and the doors shut fast on the last of their cases.
As the elderly gent bent over to wrestle with the case a "helpful" guard walked by a gave the end a prod with his foot.
Wham! The door slammed shut once more only this time the recipient of door induced pain was not the suitcase but the head of the elderly gent which was now firmly wedged in place.
A hushed and awestruck silence decended on the carriage, would the mans head "pop" off not unlike the top of his morning egg?
Finally after some wince inducing moments and cries of "John, John, are you okay" from the mans spouse the door reopened and the man reeled backwards into the packed carriage with a red face and tears in his eyes.
Unfortunately for John the only real damage the door had left was a thick black line either side of his face where the rubber seal had been squashed against him.
The uncomfortable silence was broken by a lone voice piping up from the rear of the carriage "look, it's Adam Ant!"
Cue 300 crusties collapsing in hysterics and two ashen faced old dears suffering in silence.
It must have been 20 odd years ago but I can remember every hilarious moment like it happened this morning.
24 carat comedy gold.
John I salute you.
( porky, Fri 18 Dec 2009, 18:17, Reply)