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Rob wrote::wtf: SRD!! He just lay on the floor?? Didn't he sing anything? I don't get it!!

SRD wrote:

Northern Lass wrote:

SRD wrote:Dead Dogs? Was that the one where you lie on the floor trying not to move? I think we called it Dead Soldiers.

think we called it being P****d

we did that a lot as students

I was thinking more about Wolf Cub age, by the time I'd got to student age it was Dead Flies. When we were a little older, sometime in the early 70s, we were in a pub in the middle of nowhere somewhere adjacent to RAF Odiham (where we'd spent a short winter's day with the Army gliding club and teatime in the club bar drinking Courage Directors (for free) with Appleton 151 rum chasers), and we persuaded a mate to do his celebrated Elvis Presley impression. The pub was packed but we were loud enough for our nearest neighbours to start clearing an area and, despite his protestations, to join in encouraging him. So the music was turned off and he got up from the table, laid down on the floor and crossed his arms over his chest. After a few moments stunned silence, followed by a few groans, the pub returned to its normal bustle and noise. I was quite surprised they didn't throw us out.

MarkCDodd wrote:Yes, early seventies he would have stuck a few cushions up his jumper and then lay on the floor eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

MarkCDodd wrote:I thought he was brilliant but he didn;t really go down hill with any dignity.

The one thing I remember about the day he died was I had just purchased my first Rubiks Cube that had just come out in the shops

MarkCDodd wrote:I think Aunti Em need to take a couple of aspirin, have a nice cup of tea and a good lie down..

MarkCDodd wrote:We were talking about Elvis...not Mr Tarrant.