HEY!

Know what happened when we were driving to Sandefjord to do a gig last Saturday? No? Well, first let me tell you we had a great time and thanks to the fantastic audience.

Well see, as we were driving along, reading magazines and eating crisps, suddenly a baby moose blocked our road, preventing us from proceeding to our destination.

The warm hearted Captain suggested we let him (the moose) ride with us for free, as he seemed to have a troubled foot. On this we all agreed. So the moose went with us to the festival, and the spirit was high.

But later, when we went off stage, we learned that the same moose had been drinking heavily and behaving erratically, much to our embarrassment, as he was our guest.

The Captain is a man with a warm and tender heart, but also a man who believes strongly in gentleman-ship, decency and correctness and such behaviour he did not welcome.

So he suggested that we kill the moose and eat it. To this we all agreed.

Only later we learned that the moose did not at all indulge himself in our Chardonnays and Merlots, but it was a fox.

A fox, short sighted, yet so cunning, he had been sneaking round the backstage area, causing paranoia and mistrust among honest hard working musicians and the likes.

So what we painfully learned from all this, is that you can trust a moose, but not a fox.