Cloudie, my loveliest, asked if I would do more of these, so here we go. Back into the silliness that is my life. *G*

I have been friends with Fear and Loathing in one form or another for 15 years. That's half my life. I first met them when I was writing my local music fanzine as a young teen, "Banned from the Pubs", and stayed good friends with them. Those guys are some of the most wonderful people in the universe. And also some of the funniest.

About 12 years ago, FAL recorded their second LP, "The Odyssey of the Trojan Meatball". This was a followup to the highly unappreciated "Wait 'Til the Cat Licks It Up," and was recorded at Artec Studios, which sadly no longer exist.

Now, Harry, the then lead singer, asked Dave and Hermann to get him some booze. At the bottle shop, they decided that to spare Harry the trouble of picking up a lot of bottles, they would get him a 6 pack of beer and themselves a bottle of Scotch. So they returned to the studio and drank themselves into utter silliness.

At the end of the recording session, Harry went home and Hermann, Dave, Terry and mum (who was managing them at the time), climbed into Dave's car.

Dave is not the best driver at the best of times, tending to ignore little things like median strips, traffic islands, and roundabouts, but he took the corner between East Tce and North Tce too wide and the car ended up on the pavement and smashing into the wall of the Botanic Gardens.

It is 1am and FAL and mum fall out of the now stationery car and gaze upon its broken frame with much confusion. Dave is going "Oh fuck!" a lot. Hermann has a broken rib. Terry is screaming "YOU NEARLY FUCKING KILLED US, DAVE!" Mum says she'll go home, which is 5 minutes away, and call their various girlfriends.

When she comes home, I've been watching tv and about to head to bed. I'm all concerned about the lateness of the hour and she says she'll explain later. She then rings Hermann's then girlfriend and the conversation goes like this:
Mum: Hi, its Jan. Hermann's been in an accident. Yes, he's fine, he just broke a rib. CALM DOWN! DON'T PANIC!

And this is just an average, run of the mill recording session with FAL.

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