Carabow

Last week I found my self amidst a sea of screaming Thai’s for an event I admit I was slightly apprehensive about. I had heard mumblings of wild west style shootings and mass fights during a Carabow gathering. Nevertheless undaunted I purchased a shiny ticket, donned my cricket pads, crash helmet and safety glasses and ventured forth (actually I was about 300th). After the resident band entertained us with the usual mix of Deep Purple and CCR the great man entered the building. The buzz was immediately apparent as he walked through the room surrounded by some unusually large bodyguards. People were whooping and screaming, I have never seen so many camera phones held aloft in one place! I assumed they must have replaced the humble cigarette lighter that we used to wave during rock concerts?
I have to admit I thoroughly enjoyed the evening even though I didn’t understand a single word or uttering from the great man, I just cheered when everyone else did and took another slug from my bottle of red label. He started warbling at about 23:30 and