Mull, revisited

Off we head to Mull again

But Kentallen we had to do first

The gig was dead but all was fine

Until my husband I cursed

He stood there at the bar all night

Drinking lots of whisky

It’s just as well at the end of the gig

I wasn’t feeling frisky

He staggered about as we packed up the gear

I was really in a rage

So Stephen said “Go, I’ll tidy up here”

I could rant on page after page

But to cut it short, we really fell out

And I sat in the Scout Hall in tears

I told him to Fuck off and go to his bed

And I really don’t care who hears

When Stephen came back I was sitting alone

And all my tears had run dry

So we had a few beers and some fags we had left

Then the bedrooms I thought I would try

Bedrooms! I don’t think – more like some cells

They were a bloody disgrace

They smelt damp and foostie the beds were all wet

I’ll never go back to that place

It was just a Scout Hall but even at that

I thought it might have some heat

I hardly slept a wink that night

With the ice-blocks surrounding my feet

Anyway wait till you hear this, I went for a shower

When I woke I felt like a tink

The shower had no tiles just four stone walls

I don’t know what boy scouts would think

I turned on the shower and stood underneath

I’d soon be nice and clean

But then a crash as the showerhead fell off

It was something that had to be seen

The water sprayed all over the place

It was dripping all down the walls

I was quite chuffed as I’d just turned it on

And hadn’t gone near it’s balls!!

So onto the ferry, still needing a wash

But we still had time to eat

We grabbed some food from the takeaway van

And we borrowed the pub’s outside seat

The ferry left with us on board

Yes – Ally and I made amends

I couldn’t take him over to Mull

Unless we went there as friends

The three of us got off the ferry

It was a stunning day

We checked ourselves in and went for a walk

To find out where we could stay

Once that was done we went for lunch

And took part in a quiz while we ate

It was a charity day on Mull

Which would go on till late

They even had an auction that night

During our break at the gig

Some of the lots were really crap

But some of the others were big

It was a laugh and everything sold

The night on a whole was great

They made their money, we had a good time

We got home really late

When we went for the gear to head for home

Stephen came up with a plan

“Do you fancy staying another night

They’ll put us on if they can”

So once again we set up the gear

There was only one thing to do

Go for a drink in The Mishinish

Relax and have a few

We took out the cards and sat with our pints

The afternoon passed in a flash

We didn’t realise the time

So off we had to dash

The second night at MacGochan’s Bar

Was better than the first

I don’t know where they all came from

It was warm and I had a thirst

We stayed behind till the bar staff were done

Then we got a lift up the road

We played some games which I forget

But then our tiredness showed

Off to bed for an early rise

The landlord would give us a shout

And that he did – there is no doubt

By 9am we were out

We’re going back to Mull quite soon

Who knows what it has in store

So please come back to read the gen

And I’ll fill you in some more