Bad Moon RisingAugust 14th, 1969
The ceiling cracked showering them with plaster and dust when ‘Jimmy Egg’ or ‘tiptoes’ as he was usually known, came through the attic above. Hitting the floor with a thud and lay motionless among the debris. An old-world war two gas mask strapped over his odd, egg-shaped head.
Dusting themselves down as Henry Halliday, aka Doc, arrived upstairs and promptly removing the contraption from the face of James Tipito.
Noel Tunney, Davy Loughry, and Frank Connors following him into the room as he spluttered and gasped for air.
''With the shape of that skull, he's probably feeling a bit scrambled,'' whispered Pat in my ear, and I chuckled along with him.
Shortly after, when tiptoes sulked off. Frank called an end to the last day of the yearly wood gathering.
