It’s been an education…

It’s Saturday evening, I’m at work, stood on the car park that I’ve spent countless hours on since February. Blazing sunshine, little to no wind. There’s the occasional breeze, but not enough to cool me down. I’m loving finally getting the hot weather, I’ve craved for so long.

The vaccine centre, is dead. Next to no one turning up now. most of the appointments are completed already. I guess we may be sent home early. Who knows?

Normally when I’m on this position, I would listen to music on my phone. Either on Spotify, or my own music. Having hours in which the only thing you can do is listen to music, is the perfect opportunity to analyse my own compositions.

There is however only so long one can do that for before it’s gets boring. One of our volunteers mentioned recently that they sometimes listen to podcasts in one ear when stood here. That’s a great idea. I looked up some on Spotify and found a series about the fall of various civilisations. Each mostly over two hours long, it’s ideal. I now know about the fall of the Mayan, Aztec, Incan, Byzantine, Sumerian, Assyrian, and the Roman Empires. Oh and the Late Bronze Age Collapse.

It’s amazing how much you can learn when you are stuck on a street corner, making sure multiple dickheads don’t block the fire station exit. I say multiple, there can be ages between them but it only takes one car faffing around in the exit when a fire engine gets an emergency call and there would be mayhem. The station manager told us that if someone wouldn’t get out of the way, they would simply push them out of the way with the fire engine. I believe her.

My tan is crazy now. My Lady always loved my tan colour. “A lovely olive brown.” Guessing I have no need for vitamin D supplements now.

Friday night was insane. As it was Robb Flynn’s birthday, we donned the usual party attire. Pink robes and clam sunglasses… Those clams.

Robb and Jared put on an amazing show as usual and we were even talking to Robb on Instagram at the same time. Myself included. Mental. Some of us were already in our Zoom room. Once the show finished and the others joined, the party began. The usual infantile jokes, verbal abuse, guitar strumming “Do you even down pick bro?!” and much drinking, same as most Friday nights… Only more so.

It’s not unusual for any of us to change our display name upon joining zoom, simply to mess each other around and keep them guessing for a bit…

The name was Robb Flynn…

So obviously we all started guessing as none of thought it was Robb. And, as usual, we abused them rotten while we were waiting for whoever it was to turn on their camera. They turn their camera on and who do you think it was? Robb… Effing… Flynn. What the actual hell?! Our reaction was priceless. He didn’t stay long, but wanted to thank us all for the birthday fun and messages. Over a year on, and I still find this stuff surreal in the extreme. Well it is… Isn’t it? If some random person told me this story, I’d probably think they were full of shit. Well I have pics. It did happen. 😉

Suffice to say, we were all buzzing like crazy from it after he left. A very late, and very drunk night ensued… Probably the most fun we’ve had in a while, and that’s saying something… It was 5:30am when I hit the sack. Party on.