garywright
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looks like Jack Palance
looks like Jack Palance
Yeah, when that happens and it does I just crank the volume!My wife of 48 years is well-versed in it. I'm a veteran of being on the receiving end!
Sorry to hear all that. Take care. I too have had a few "scares". Gigging really is a young man's game unless you are in really good health. Most 60+ year olds are going to have some "issues" and unfortunaly many not diagnosed and the guy is totally unaware and they have an event on stage. No news is good news right?? I'm happy just getting together for casual jams. No stress of the total gig experience which can be long and a lot of work before and after a gig as I have no roadies!Woke up Wednesday morning, 7th September, not feeling well. Still not well a few hours later, so son phoned for an ambulance.
Vomited massively before ambulance arrived, so son phoned 999 again and told them to upgrade the call to urgent (he is nurse-trained and knows his shit inside out).
Ambulance crew took my blood pressure - it had tanked and my temperature was way above the norm (my son later told me it was at 43.5!).
Fast ride in an ambulance to the Norfolk and Norwich hospital, to the 'Resus' section of A&E. Serious shit, because 'Resus' means you are one step away from lapsing into unconsciousness.
Cellulitis had also flared up again in my left ankle. So through the blood taken, it was deduced that I had an infection that had triggered everything. A kidney not working to full extent was also noted.
In the meantime, I had a catheter up my 'eye' (horrible!).
They did some kind of 'oscopy', the camera down my throat to see what was going on in my stomach. Showed that there was small ulcerations on my stomach lining.
Over the days with intravenous fluids, antibiotics and antacid tablets they finally got me back to something near normal, with the small ulcers being tackled and my kidney back to working order.
I was discharged on Monday 12th September, getting home at 8:15 pm.
Total, total, shock to me and Anne.
I have taken stock of this serious health scare with Anne, and decided that I should cease gigging. Gigging, as you all know, is not just about the playing but the complete end-to-end situation from start to finish, house-to-house. I'm not going to drive my body to do the 6-7 hours involved with gigging any more.
I can't complain. I started gigging in the night clubs of Liverpool when I was 18 and still at school. I played at many 'famous' venues that The Beatles had played at: Litherland Town Hall; New Brighton Tower Ballroom; Aintree Institute; Blair Hall; Dino's (then call the Peppermint Lounge); the Pyramid; The All Fours; and the original Cavern Club in March 1969 when an 18 year-old schoolboy. Can't complain with those on my CV alone.
So now I'm recovering and taking it easy. I'll be selling three of my four lefty Les Pauls, and my two amps: a Mesa Boogie F-50 Limited Edition, and the Albion Gulfstream15 (which was my gigging amp for the last 3 years - I retired the Mesa once I got it as it was just WAY better!).
I'm still knee-deep in the Battle of Britain Luftwaffe research side of things, presently involved as a Specialist Contributor to the Red Kite series of books, 'Battle of Britain Combat Archive'. Volume 13 due out soon, with about another 4-5 still to come.
So my playing time has come to an end. I loved every second of it, and wouldn't have swapped it for the world!
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No Bob, this loony is still kicking around in dear old Blighty!So, did John pass?
Bob
Still sharing a pint or 2 now and then? Very cool story glad you are doing so much better.Peter Cornwell, the researcher I co-authored the book I mentioned higher up with, was in my neck of the woods last August. So we met up. He's 80 now, and retired from research and writing, so I did the complete update.
Here's a piccie of the Scouser and the Cockney when we met again after several years. Still two nutters from our travels though Germany and Austria decades ago!
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Great! By the way, my uncle Harry ran across the border to Canada during neutrality and joined the RCAF in 1940. He trained to become a fighter pilot there and was then posted to RAF Hawarden in Flintshire, Wales, and No. 57 OTU, where he transitioned into the Spitfire. While waiting for a posting to the Eagle squadrons he was killed while training another pilot in aerobatics in a Miles Master. The plane went down in Upton near Chester. We've visited his grave at St. Dieniol's Church that overlooks Hawarden Airport.No Bob, this loony is still kicking around in dear old Blighty!