I got my Slim Pickens Graveyard Tour tickets on Monday. The included brochure promised a moment or two to dance upon the soil that holds him and 30 seconds when other guests would wear earphones and one would have the chance to scream into the ground without a single soul other than Pickens' knowing what one had to say. The only others in the vicinity would be lowpaid workmen or gravediggers/brain-eaters, and they wouldn't speak English.
The man i spoke to on the phone, "Eerie" Colin, said the flight back would be to the north of blighty and the coach home would pass by Richard Whiteley's burial ground. He said it had a similar feel to that used in Pet Cemetary where cats are wild and hissing and babies have been known to slice through the achilles heels of the elderly too slow to move with scalpels and painted grins on their post-death faces. This was a joke by Whiteley, apparently, says "Eerie" Colin.
I was going to go to Northampton until a few pals from out of town persuaded me to buy tickets for them and me. Now all of them have blown it out for various reasons. If anyone wants 4x tickets PM *waitsforservesyourightcomments*