Do you ever crave a pilchard? Ever wrap your lips around a brisling or slid?
If so, you immediately understand the sensation of the tongue that only can come from a nice slid sardine uhmmm, ‘slid’ down the throat (packed in a bit of garlic!)
But this isn’t about that. It’s about a noble work by a noble band for a lesser fish from a lesser place.
On November 5, 2000, the aforementioned group (NOTE TO COWBOYS: Jethro Tull is NOT a person) played such a concert from which legends are borne. It’s said that Ian Anderson literally brandished his bouzouki in front of the throng, flailing upon it until streams of hot liquid rock magma erupted forth, delighting the entire crowd (other than the front two rows). Upon climaxing, he reached for his trusty concert series flute and tongued with the passion of Candy Loving. Were that not enough, in tribute to the flute legend, Mr. Ron Burgundy, he ‘gripped his tool’, made a wish and the fair ‘tuna’ in attendance swooned and passed out.
After that night, Portugal surpassed all countries in value of exports to the country of France. (We surrender, we surrender!) A fact, unchanged since that day.
While many of you think of this blog as ‘tripe’ (another fish, another day), it is our aim to inform of lesser known, though completely true stories.
Later this month: Troy Aikman licks his favorite philatelic fan……
4 comments:
It was Tull all right, no doubt. Listen, I once had a girlfriend named Tracy and, several years later, went to a movie with someone named Terry, so I know coincidences when I see them. Take it from me--this ain't it.
Did you name your entry after this?
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NOTHING gets by The Wall!
Tull nibbles dingleberries.
Why the hell does Pink Floyd care about a frickin' textbook? AND, btw,
all this talk about sardines is bull****! Anyone who's anyone knows that all the action is in canned ham.
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