APOLOGIES FOR A CORRUPTED LINK AND A QUICK NOTE FROM THE HON MONEYBAGS
MUD STORY - THE REAL ONE!
Humble apologies from your editors,
but it appears that the link to our mystery singer's wonderful
rendition of Mud Story got weirdly corrupted and goes to something
entirely different! No idea how it happened as it worked fine when
tested yesterday. Must have been an attack by cave gremlins!
So please disregard the original link and use this one instead.
And so you can sing along, we're reproduced the lyrics again below:
We were both clean when I first saw you –
I close my eyes and the flashback starts:
I'm standing there
By the entrance in the summer air.
See the lights, see the wellies, the coiled ropes,
See you make your way through the cows
And say "Hello."
Little did I know ...
That you weren’t from my club, you were a direct member,
And my second said, "Stay away from Juliet."
And I was crying on the pitch head
Begging you, "Please don't go."
And I said,
"Speleo’, take me somewhere we can crawl around,
I'll be waiting, I just wanna get underground
You'll rig the cave and I’ll herd the freshers –
It's a mud story – baby, just say 'Yes'."
So, I sneak out to the Hunters to see you –
Order a pasta and a pint or two,
And close your eyes.
Escape this club for a little while.
Oh, oh.
'Cause you’re a speleo’ and I love to go caving,
but my second said, "Stay away from Juliet."
I was lying in the streamway,
Begging you, "Please don't go!"
And I said,
"Speleo’, take me somewhere we can crawl around,
I'll be waiting, I just wanna get underground
You'll rig the cave and I’ll herd the freshers –
It's a mud story – baby, just say 'Yes'."
Speleo’, save me – they're trying to tell me where to cave.
This mud is slippery, but it's real.
Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess.
It's a mud story – baby, just say 'Yes'."
Oh, oh, oh.
I got tired of waiting,
Wondering if you were gonna get underground.
My faith in you was fading,
When I met you on the Swildon’s Short Round,
And I said,
"Speleo’, save me. I've been feeling so alone.
I keep waiting for you, but you never come.
Is this in my head? I don't know what to say."
He knelt to the ground and pulled out a survey –
"Come with me, Juliet – you'll never have to rig alone.
I love caves, and that's all I really know.
I talked to your club, we’ve read up on access –
It's a mud story – baby, just say 'Yes'."
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
'Cause we were both clean when I first saw you.
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NOTE FROM THE HON. TREASURER
BCA membership cards have now
arrived, but the expense of posting all these out would be extreme. If
you desperately need the real card in your sticky mitts for any reason, please let me know, otherwise I can simply provide your BCA number on request.
For those new to the club, BCA is the British Caving Association, which
provides your insurance. BCA cards are needed for access to some caves
eg Dan yr Ogof in South Wales, but with lockdown, that's unlikely to be
an issue for anyone.
The Society is also a member of the British Cave Research Association and has a log-in to their publications archive. If anyone wants that then please ask.
Graham Mullan
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