PHHH #1169.9

Sun Oct 7, 2007

Hares:  Hjiipji and wipispaldoug

Hounds:  HYP, Windbreaker, Delicate Psyche, Hand Solo, Pizza Flesh

Visitors from Guam HHH: Jack in the Bus, AllotaVagina

Weather: Groovy

Venue: Jamesburg and Helmetta



Magical Mystery Tour

The Fab Four is now down to the Tawdry Two and scraping by on whatever gigs they can get. 
Last week it was the Gentlemen's Lounge in Morrisville, this week it was Sam's Liquor 
Polish refugee store in Jamesburg.  Ringo, wearing a t-shirt proclaiming "at least I'm 
not George Best" has that day job packing radio vacuum tubes at Sarnoff and clearly needs
the extra dough.  Paul is doing better, even has a compound for him and his family to live,
protected by a couple of wild dogs.  He likes to keep his hand in so agreed to do the gig
with Ringo.

The fans were not like they used to be back when; no screaming girls ripping their clothes 
off; no need for crowd control.  A couple of them did come all the way from Guam but were 
hugely disappointed to learn the event had nothing to do with hashish. 

At the appointed time the pack took off, following the obvious marks. The trail intertwined,
intersected, looped back on itself and eventually dumped the survivors out on the road.  
A few miles of asphalt later and just past Sam's was the compound.  The fans placated the 
dogs and finally came into the presence of the Tawdry Two.  Ringo weaved over in greeting, 
much the worse wear after too many bottles of Zwygiec Porter.
 
"Which way to Penny Lane?" asked one lanky bloke who claimed to be a Scouser.

By then the clothes had indeed been ripped off and the more daring of the fans were bobbing
up and down in the water, hoping the chlorine would burn off the ticks.  

What did you expect, a Yellow Submarine?

Next stop on the tour: Windbreaker sets 1170.9 Sun Oct 14.