Peter Brown - Be careful what you eat
(And, the rumour he had turned ‘religious’)
I will tell you the story behind that. I worked at club 58 in Geneva. There was a band called Standing Ovation working at the club for one of the months I was there. They were born again Christians and experimented with chemicals...one day at their hotel after a few hours of intense dabbling… they got vocally religious and asked me to look for the lighter and ( hard to still believe it) a great light appeared in front of my eyes... true. the power of auto suggestion I am sure but for a few weeks after that I was a nice person… all my perversions stopped. My Lebanese dancer girl friend at the time thought I must have a twin… once my system cleaned up and a new girl band arrived I reversed back into my old ways…
Tales of my past
Risør near Arendal Norway
Played one month at this club, basic set up, holiday area and one day a week we had a dance for young people with broad mental issues, in this time every one was viewed the same as far as a group of people so you had those who had injuries that gave them mental issue, those with serious learning disorders and Downs Syndrome.
We had a bucket of water and a sponge in case of any fits and the orderlies were constantly getting involved trying to prevent too much amorous activities as they had no concerns with being viewed.
The nightmare with this was you had to play Mississippi by Pussycat, Smokie ‘Living next door to Alice’ and Dr Hook ‘Sylvias Mother’ to fill the floor, if you played them one after the other you had a full dance floor all night. After 1 hour it was enough but after 4 hours you almost felt like part of the crowd. After this the accommodation there was not great, there was a tree that had been cut down going through the middle of the floor in the bedroom lounge area. The tree stump was quite wide and although cut was still alive. On warmer evenings insects would come through the trunk and the floor became alive.
Finally, here the food, what ever the staff had the day before the DJ got the next day as a lapsaus,was ok not great, on my last day, the owner offered a steak which I gratefully accepted, not a large steak but hammered flat and so thin it cooked fast, he put it on a plate and his dog jumped up in the Kitchen and started to eat it, he shouted at the dog who dropped it and washed the meat put it back in the frying pan a few minutes put it back on the plate added some fries and salad and gave it to me as a thank you for my month there,
Never wanted to go back there again.
Tromsø, Hawk Club. I did this in the month of February, cold to say the least.
On arriving here, I went straight to the club as the flight in was late and I needed to work straight away. Nice club, after my first night I was told where the DJ accommodation was and I walked there, on arriving the room was a mess empty bottles rubbish every where the door was open but the upside was there was a girl in the bed asleep. Things looked pretty good. Door would not lock there was no shower that I could find and to make it worse there was a number of window panes missing in the window it was freezing. Me being dumb I jumped into bed got close to the girl to keep warm who responded in kind.
About 2 hours later the door crashes in and 3 Italian guys are shouting in Italian and the girl wakes up and every one gets agitated, it would seem that the Italians were part of a group and she was one of their followers, she had had an argument with one of the men and as my room was open went to bed after having a few drinks and some smoke, the odd va fungoo was thrown at me and catzo the girl then started to throw up in the bed as we were discussing her. So the band members then left she stayed a little longer, apologising for her mess, but in fairness it did nothing to make the room worse, just added some colour.
That morning I went to the club for lunch where I was told that to have a shower I needed to use the washing spray heads in the kitchen in the morning before the kitchen staff came in later in the day, the room had a WC but no bathroom. I was told to go meet the DJ at the SAS as most DJs used the bathroom in the hotel.
So that evening I went over to the SAS and met my buddy to be Dick Shepherd who assisted me with utilising the hotels washing facilities, along with providing useful addresses for the clinic and some lovely ladies to assist with washing ironing and massage,
P.S.
Also I need to make sure others are ok me writing about some of the stories as they are married now and may not have discussed all their deeds, from sharing women and then one getting a dose only for me to laugh then realising we exchanged partners so mine was coming soon.