Hey! Hell's Angels! Get off my bone!

The above is a still from one of the theatre company's shows that I used to work for as a driver/technician. I also made this prop for them which is still being used today - a giant bone (made using fibre-glass and resin) which is the culmination of a show which relies on it being buried the day before the evening show in a pre-determined spot, so it can be easily found on the night with subtle markers.

The first time it was used was at the Danish Roskilde festival, and when we went back to check it's location just before the show, we found that a drunken Hell's Angels couple had erected a tent right on the very spot, and were dead to the world inside sleeping bags, right over the buried bone. It was my job to wake them up and tell them to move away - not a job for the feint-hearted. How do you explain - in English - to drunk Hell's Angels that they are sleeping on top of a giant bone in the middle of a huge field in southern Denmark, and get them to believe you? Somehow I managed and lived to tell this tale.

This is my date for the Willow Manor ball. I like Grace, but she has a tendency to hog the limelight a bit too much. Nobody is taking any notice of me at all.