Apart from being the title of one of my favourite ABBA songs EVER..
fuck off, they’re AWESOME!
“Super Trouper” has also become the tour motto over the last couple of days
You can add it to the list of nicknames that Dad has
You know, like legend, shithead, funny bastard, shithead
He’s got heaps of names
Mum’s got some doozies she calls him!
And now we can officially add SUPER TROUPER to it
He’s been feeling like shit on a stick for the last 48 hours
And has either been spewing, pooing or sleeping
Sometimes all 3 at once!
And he hasn’t missed a show
I’d SOOOO be in bed moaning & whinging and ordering room service
Part of me thinks he might actually be making a last ditch effort at the “WHO CAN LOSE THE MOST WEIGHT ON TOUR” title
If that’s the case – he can have it
Cause that man is going to cause a toilet paper shortage in this country if he doesn’t get better soon
So not only does he feel like shit – he feels BAD too
As in, feels bad about not signing after the show last night and tonight
25 years he’s been doing this, and I’ve never known him not to come out after the show and say g’day and sign cds and tits stuff
And his main reason, apart from bolting straigt off-stage and into the loo
Is ’cause he doesn’t want to get anyone else sick
He’s feeling slightly better today than yesterday
And I’m hoping tomorrow he’s even better still
So thanks for all your emails and well wishes
I’ve read them all to him, and I know he loves them
My Dad’s a bit of a champ, isn’t he?
I might just have to go and give him a big cuddle
But not ’til he’s been fucking fumigated feeling better!