Phusebox

Let us reflect...

March 07 2006

So there, I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in
the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy
glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his
head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the
edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith
Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh.
Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal
tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the
shopkeeper and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to
beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really, but
sure enough I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great
show.

Crazy how this is what NewRevStudios was about a year ago...