Quote: Chappers @ 27th September 2019, 10:16 PMApparently Ginger Baker is critically ill.
https://metro.co.uk/2019/09/26/iconic-cream-drummer-ginger-baker-critically-hospital-10810914/
Sad news, my friend, but all things considered, he has done rather well. If I get anywhere near 80 which I doubt, I will be delighted, I wasn't really there for Cream - a tad too early and I don't like doing that to folk as some young prig/ponce did that with me at the bus stop at golf when I spoke about a couple of my favourites and it almost ruined what had been a great day for me - but I say it as one who admits limits in knowledge while knowing GB is/was one of the true legends. I do have a deep respect for what other people like if I can see that he is a great and in music's history that is undoubted.
I can tell you exactly how this worked. Got in. Bus great. Ticket people nice. A Tory woman came up and personally greeted me and said I really hope you have a good time. She was an organiser. I'm a bit nervous. I get up a hill onto a seat. Geezers organising the event were going by on a buggy and they put their thumbs up and said "hey mate, you look really chilled". Spoke to a police bloke in shades who looked like he was preparing for a riot. He warmed when I said hello. Very friendly. I walked round the course alone all day. Got to the 16th hole and there was a tent. I thought I'll get a beer.
And the guy in front of me - Yorks or Lancs - orders 12 pints for his mates and then apologises and says "mate let me put you ahead of me". I was "thanks a lot" and he says "oh mate, your great reaction, it's boss". Then I get to the bus stop. I don't know the times so I ask a geezer and he is clearly relishing the role of telling everyone how much he knows. I get given the times. He's a Geordie. Normally I like them. I say my Dad was there in the war. I was there last year. One of my teams is Newcastle so I went to St James' Park. And he says he's Newcastle but it's crap now because of the southerners.
Obviously I agree that Mike Ashley ain't my cup of tea. So I say I first went there for Lindisfarne in '82 and he tuts. There's a statue there. No one with a pride in Toon and Alan Hull tuts. And I say "well, I also like Prefab" and he goes "oh f**k off, you are way older than me". Then he struts off and I watch his walk. It looks like he has a broom up his arse. I mean honestly you just know with people now. I reckon he was in banking or something. I should have got it when I first approached. He had his shirt ludicrously unbuttoned almost to his navel and not that I observed it much but I think my Grandad's chest looked younger when he was in his mid 70s and he was much less jaundiced. This twat was about 25.