Some of you have been taking an interest in how I lost my virginity and what it was like. I refer of course to my first night in a hammock last weekend.
It was ok. I got a reasonable nights sleep - no better or worse than if I'd been on the ground. Some of my imagined fears were dispelled. Would it be comfortable to not be flat, for example - it turned out not to be a problem. There is a bit of a knack to swinging and there are things that require a bit of skill to master, like sitting up, but they are quickly learned and my second night was even better.
I'm sure I disappointed those attending by not falling out. Initially setting it up at chin height did give some amusement, especially when I tried to get into it.
I have lost my virginity and have discovered that I am AC/DC. Both ground and tree. (Go for it Lucy!)
I have found the recording of our good friend Steve (Redandshane). He features in the last minute of this track and is at his most understandable.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DVzij4HF4wM 
It has come to my notice that a certain member of the Jolly Boys is displaying the early symptoms of a pernicious phenomenon that I last witnessed in my 20s. It runs like this: First your mate comes in the pub, like normal, but he's away with the fairies. (This early stage of the disease is known to medicine as leurve and is very dangerous to the individual.) Then he stops coming into the pub with his mates. Then he can't get to the boy's days out. Next thing you know he's sold his motorbike. Before you know it you're being put into a starched collar, going to the church, being handed a supposed 'bundle of joy' by one of the ladies (sadistic bar stewards) and having to make cooey-cooey noises over his new creation. Uurgh! And - Yuck! Think I might vomit.
The 'bundle of joy' is guaranteed to vomit on me - they always did.
Get a grip that man! Before it's too late! I can't afford to have my suit cleaned. (No names mentioned but you know who you are!)
