Wednesday, April 15, 2009

"Where´s Your Donkey?"


Have started training for the charity trek down the east coast of England this summer, and on the whole it´s been going pretty well. Apart from a couple of old injuries rearing their ugly heads that is, - a mystery shoulder injury from about 18 month back plus a dodgy knee incurred whilst being viciously scythed down whilst playing for the Guiseley Working Men´s Club under 30´s football team against the over 30´s in 1981.
Have been loading up the rucksack with bottles of water, books, coats and a pair of old boots, it´s not that I intend drinking 6 litres of water, changing my footwear or stopping off for a little read on my round, but it does replicate the weight of a tent, sleeping bag and other necessities I´ll be carrying come the end of June. Have stopped short of wearing the gorilla suit though, we all know that the Spanish are world class when it comes to staring at nothing in particular, and I get a few strange looks just by wearing a backpack, so lumbering down the promenade in full primate mode, scraping my knuckles along the ground and grunting is probably going to be a bit too much for em in my opinion.
On the work front, haven´t had too many catastrophes of late, but after a show in “Sinatras” this week one old lady asked me “What have you done with the donkey?” – this statement confused me more than a little. -Just who the hell is she confusing me with? – The Virgin Mary and Osama Bin Laden were ditched from the act years ago.
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