Calling For Heroes

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Calling for Heroes - Biography

On a cold and dreary April morning in the year 2007, Neil was gazing into the evening's night sky contemplating how he could get noticed and become a drummer in a world class band? Armed with Dairy Milk and Phil Collins gently serenading him via the wonders of iPod it suddenly hit him. Without a second thought he shot up from his park bench, tearing the old newspapers that clung to his body and ran to his car....realising he had no car he quickly mounted his skateboard and headed down to the local fancy dress shop where he comfortably slipped into his gorilla costume which appeared to fit him like white on rice! and, like something out of Mr Benn, he felt alive, like he had been cast into the tropical rain forests of Africa.....
While he was admiring his own reflection, beating his chest & holding aloft his golden drum sticks he noticed a faint purple figure nearing ever closer to him...

MEANWHILE....

Lingering around the custard creams at ASDA HQ, Nige had only one thing on his mind, How could he become a guitarist in a world class band?.... and with amazing backing vocals!... @ that moment he could hear a faint & distant voice, 'If you build it, they will come'..He glanced around and with no sign of Kevin Costner, and without thought for his £1 coin imprisoned within his trolley or even his wife, who 5 minutes previous had gone to hunt down the cheese strings, abandoned all, and with haste hurried to the car park destination - HOME.....

....Back at the mysterious Fancy Dress Shop, run by an equally mysterious fez-wearing Shopkeeper, Neil stared in disbelief at the giant purple dinosaur which stood before him, who also went by the name of...Wes. They exchanged polite greetings as only a gorilla and dinosaur do on a Saturday evening, then engaged in conversation about how they have become bored of dressing up at the weekends & feel they are destined for so much more... They hung up their costumes for the last time and left the shop with an overwhelming feeling of emptiness...

Meanwhile back at ASDA HQ... ' *BiNg bOnG* 'Would Nigel Allcock please come to customer services located at the front of the store, that's Nigel Allcock to customer services...Thank you....*BiNg bOnG* '

Nigel sat at his computer, endlessly searching the depths of his brain box for the right names, the right ideas...typing away as if nothing else mattered, hours & hours later as if my magic, there it was, the finished article... a website that would bring other sites like it to a standstill, worthy of a Nobel prize and render all others obsolete... CallingforHeroes.com was born.... He placed ads in the deepest darkest corners of the world, from the tree houses of the Brazilian rainforests to every igloo and internet cafe in the North Pole....and even across the English channel to France.... He sat back and all he could do was wait... ' If you build it, they will come'...

Back at home Wes was faced with an evening of nothing, he turned on his computer only to find a mysterious email waiting in his inbox..right underneath the one for Viagra at discount prices and the Chairman of a company in Hong Kong wanting to tranfere 4Million UK pounds into his account for safe keeping....It was a notification, from a website, searching for those looking to fulfill their lives in bands..He clicked, he waited, then he searched.. He read of a man looking for members to form an elite band of four, under the name Calling for Heroes.. He clicked to view the site and there, before him, was his destiny...

Whilst Neil walked back to his bench, he reached into his jeans pocket and there he found a scrap of newspaper which had found its way there from earlier that day. It was an article simply saying.. Band members wanted with a number below... Luckily that morning he had been busking with his Tambourine and had earned himself a tidy 78p...was he to use it to make the call that would change his Sundays forever, or was he to buy a Ginsters Pasty and some fruit pastels to fulfill his need for food......?

'You've got mail'....Nige clicked on the email, anxiously waiting for it to open, he knew as soon as he read it he had found two of his four....*RiNg rInG* At that very moment the phone rang, He didn't even need to pick it up (He did though, obviously!) as he knew, he just knew this would be number three...He spoke to his newly found drummer, who was to be from this moment on, named.....Neil.

...And just so you know, Nige never did get his £1 back......Sometimes, Something's are definitely worth the sacrifice!
Once united the three stood strong, however still lingering was still that lingering feeling of emptiness. Not only as a band but also in their songs! They needed more, they needed bass…

A few months later on a cold November day…

Whilst out one day on a trip to the local zoo, Wes and Neil were becoming extremely frustrated at Nigel’s constant and rather sudden requests for ice cream. Now, they knew that if they gave in to him, this would teach Nigel that every time he cried for something he would indeed get his own way, not too far from his pre-band existence according to sources which shall remain anonymous for legal reasons, Wes and Neil reluctantly gave in. All they needed to now do was locate the magical Van of Happiness… They could hear in the distance, the chimes ringing out and set course, past the monkeys, the reptile house and Steve the Llama they went, the sound becoming louder as they neared ever closer..

'Yes gentleman what can I get for you'….There he stood, framed by his little sliding window and menu of dreams, standing, in his long white overalls, clutching in his hands the tools of his trade, the foundations of which his business ultimately rely on, In his left the raspberry sauce and in his right, held oh so proudly for all the kids to see, his Hundreds and Thousands… What a sight to behold.

They all knew at that moment that Mr Whippy was to become their missing link, the flake in their ice cream. There wasn’t much room aboard his van but at a squeeze they were all in and on their way… It was but a sea of Funny Feet, Screw Balls and Feasts as they sped towards there destiny…Where would the little white van take them!?…Who knows!? But it was gonna be one hell of a ride…

13th July @ The Loft (Nottingham)

01st August @ The Vaults (Derby)

02nd August @ Party in the Park (Mansfield)

23rd August @ Malt Shovel (Grantham)

13th Sept @ The Bandstand (Stoke-on-Trent)

19th Sept @ Newcastle Arms (Retford)

27th Nov @ The Loft (Nottingham)

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