More on Score!

What else can you Score with the Score?

dhog paid me a visit. He is a self confessed second generation scorer. As he learnt from a master (Johno) he has a style that cannot be questioned. He did, however, have questions about "Score!" - good questions that needed to be answered.

I could not answer them all. I was there for the whole score but I don't claim sobriety.

How did it start? Well I think it was a Hotel Bondi thing, back in the days when Matey "Chef Bastard Fish (I Kill You)" and the Hippie would go wander on down the pub to drink Reschs, play pool and ... ummm ... Score! In fact a lot of people would go there to Score! If you couldn't get on at the Bondi you were a joke to the sport.

And you wouldn't happen to know where I could Score? This was truly the best line uttered at the beautiful Bondi. Young scorers, blow-ins at that, would wander in, buy a beer, hang out, and then approach the Hippie (he'd know huh?) and come up with some classic like "Do you have the time ... And you wouldn't happen to know where I could Score?". Beautiful. Of course he would help them get on. All the world loves a Westie.

And in the Big Drought of '89 there was just the Bad Oil from the Royal ...

Score every twenty minutes ... I did this SUESS job for Sarge and it involved an Akai Sampler back before you could buy digital audio gear at K-Mart. Well we got drunk one night (well most nights) and sampled belches and Scores! And so I added a cron job that triggered a sample every 20 minutes (anyone remember UNIX, yes the Hippie had a VAX at home ... still does). This may have been the straw that got up the Sicilian butt of one of the lame neighbours that endured us.

Frankie, the Sicilian philosopher, caused the Hippie to perfect the ritual of pre-emptive calling of the cops (if you know the neighbours are gonna call the cops, call them first ...). He kicked the living Jesus out of the door of Matey's Datsun one night because he was annoyed at the shouting of Score! and when the cops turned up (because the Hippie had already called them) he was out of control ... accusing us thus "Look at them! They're Drunk, Drugged out ... and they've been shouting!!!". Guilty as charged officer. And then there was pathetic "More or what ever that favourite word of yours is" John. Someone lost out big trying to sell out because the Hippie's pad looked like an abandoned crack-house. It was a sampler, cock-breath.

As Rob once commented, "I wouldn't want to be your neighbour either" - to which I could only agree - though he is stuck with them of the floating pool.

Perhaps the craziest Score! was in Nimbin - if either of us ever remember it I'll document it. More Score later, I have to go and Score!

Disclaimer: I made all of this up.