Author: Lucas

The Statue at Last

This is how it happened. All of a sudden the stage went quiet. A lone piper started up. We could see him on the big screen, and we could hear him. But we couldn’t find where he was. From a high balcony somewhere in the showgrounds came a haunting wail. From far beyond the grave,… Continue reading The Statue at Last

Nightfall

THE PENULTIMATE CHAPTER OF “THE UNVEILING” Night fell on the Claremont Showgrounds. The Party Boys were on stage. Through the speakers came the first unmistakable clang of an AC/DC riff. The crowd went absolutely nuts. We’re talking stampede, fists pumping the air, with either a single index finger pointing to heaven, or else the index-and-little-finger… Continue reading Nightfall

Fuck the World

PART SEVEN OF “THE UNVEILING” [Red displaying his new tattoo…] Although Red looked a bit intimidating (to say the least) with his broad muscular back and “FUCK THE WORLD” tattoo, our courage was bolstered by bourbon and caffeine and sugar and loud music. “Besides,” Mish said, “if he didn’t want people to see his tatt,… Continue reading Fuck the World

Forty Nine Concerts

PART SIX OF “THE UNVEILING” [Volker’s denim jacket] Meeting Volker was a highlight for me. He wore a denim jacket, 90% of whose surface area was covered with meticulously stitched AC/DC fabric patches. “My grandmother sewed these on for me!” he told us. Volker is German, but he lives in Tasmania now, where he teaches… Continue reading Forty Nine Concerts

Alcohol and Burnouts

PART FIVE OF “THE UNVEILING” [Jackie, Amy, Roisin, Melissa…] We headed back to the stage. Noiseworks were on now, their lead singer Jon Stevens swaggering around the microphone stand. “You know, he still looks pretty hot!” Mish exclaimed. But her gaze wasn’t just idly taking in the rocker’s rugged good looks. Mish kept noticing family… Continue reading Alcohol and Burnouts

Three Boys from Fae Fife

PART FOUR OF “THE UNVEILING” [Kev and Andy and Ian] After a pee, we really started to get into the swing of things. “Hey Lucas, what about those three GUYS IN KILTS!!” Mish shrieked. We scuttled towards them. The kilts were on the move, they looked to be heading thirstily towards the bar. But it… Continue reading Three Boys from Fae Fife

I Touched his Hand

PART 3 OF “THE UNVEILING” [The author in his Bon-Crotch singlet with fans Vicki and Janine…] By now I was full of bourbon and coke, and busting for the loo, so we walked back to the pavilion. But half way there, it was my turn to be accosted. Two nice ladies, Vicki and Janine, spotted… Continue reading I Touched his Hand