This Is Spinal Tap - Going Mad (15)
I hate Mexico! Who's bloody idea was it to come here anyway? Probably Derek, he's on some mission to see the whole world, I reckon. Anyway, I've got bloody heatstroke, of course, second day of the tour here. David isn't faring much better. So I'm lying in bed, and I feel terrible. Really, you think of heatstroke as a bit of sunburn and being a bit dehydrated, don't you? Or at least, I did. Well, no such luck. I swear I've been hallucinating for half of the afternoon, I keep seeing the bloody guards of Buckingham Palace standing at the door. The ones with the big hats, you know? Well, they've gone now, which is an improvement I suppose, although they were keeping me company I must admit. Ooh, seems David's come to keep me company instead, s'nice of him. Wait... why is he taking his clothes off? It's hot, I know but... Oh, now I mention it, it's very hot. I'd never realised that his legs were so long. Or flexible. I'd never known that he was much of a dancer either, for that matter...
"Nigel?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't drool, it's disgusting. Ill or not, I'm not wiping that off you."
"Put your clothes back on then!"
"They are on!"
I open my eyes, not even realising that they'd been shut. Oh. Dave's got a shirt on. And trousers. Even sandals.
"Drink some of this," he mutters, putting a glass of water on my bedside cabinet. "And stop hallucinating, it's making me uncomfortable."
Hallucinating? Oh, right. Whoops. Wait... why did I hallucinate that?
"Nigel?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't drool, it's disgusting. Ill or not, I'm not wiping that off you."
"Put your clothes back on then!"
"They are on!"
I open my eyes, not even realising that they'd been shut. Oh. Dave's got a shirt on. And trousers. Even sandals.
"Drink some of this," he mutters, putting a glass of water on my bedside cabinet. "And stop hallucinating, it's making me uncomfortable."
Hallucinating? Oh, right. Whoops. Wait... why did I hallucinate that?
Inspired by I'm Goin' Mad by Scorpions:
Walking through the desert
You know what it's about
It's really from the church
Too foreign, that was never there
I'm goin' mad!
Sun is drying out my brain
The smile and installations are my pain
I'm goin' mad!
Walking through the desert
You know what it's about
It's really from the church
Too foreign, that was never there
I'm goin' mad!
Sun is drying out my brain
The smile and installations are my pain
I'm goin' mad!