The Beds are burning
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Years ago I was rooming with a guy who spent a riotous one-night stand with a girl. It transpired that at the time of hanging from chandeliers, he was ignoring his commitment to a long-standing girlfriend, and she was forgetting she had a long-standing boyfriend at home. Yes, a typical sorry mess thanks to excessive boozing and partying.
Anyway, the next morning he is bragging about how great it all was, but the morning after that, he comes to me all ashen faced, asking if he can see the words to the signature track on the CD Diesel and Dust by Midnight Oil. Huh?
Ed the Editor's personal blog corner
Years ago I was rooming with a guy who spent a riotous one-night stand with a girl. It transpired that at the time of hanging from chandeliers, he was ignoring his commitment to a long-standing girlfriend, and she was forgetting she had a long-standing boyfriend at home. Yes, a typical sorry mess thanks to excessive boozing and partying.
Anyway, the next morning he is bragging about how great it all was, but the morning after that, he comes to me all ashen faced, asking if he can see the words to the signature track on the CD Diesel and Dust by Midnight Oil. Huh?
He waved an envelope at me and said he was a bit worried about the significance of the contents. A cassette tape with one track on it, no note. One of the catch lines was The time has come to say farewell, to...I just told him to take the girl's advice and forget it, but he was a bit more spooked, because he didn't think she had sent it! He was more focused on the song title, Beds are Burning. It turned out he knew the boyfriend and there was every chance we would be sampling a molotov cocktail sometime soon.
My mate didn't get too much solace from me, he was out of order, and in many ways it was good that he spent some bad nights of scanty sleep, but thankfully, with no flames in any mattresses. But thinking about it afterwards, wow, it was a pretty heavy threat and the police should have been told about it. In that case, though, we let sleeping dogs lie, and it all blew over without incident.
He is now unhappily single and sells light fittings for a living.
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