Dane & Wayne did their apprenticeship together and were good mates. They arrived at work each day in Dane’s hotted up panel van and the smoke fuming out of their car was not exactly petrol related, if you know what I mean.
Dane was a drummer in a newly formed rock band and when Wayne got “the sack” from our workplace due to his uncanny ability to do practically nothing everyday, Dane decided it was time to move onto greener pastures himself and assume a career as a fulltime musician. Some “literary genius” penned the following ode to Dane on his farewell card:
There was a yound lad called Dane Who had a buddy named Wayne They both worked at Minet But their heart wasn't in it So the time they spent here was in vain There was a yong muso named Dane Who treated his work with disdain His attitude was wrong He just wanted his bong In the end it affected his brain Dane worked at Minet for only five years And when he left us he wasn't in tears He's gone to play drum Till your eardrums are numb But all of his groupies are queers He left us to play in his band To do gigs all over this land As the drums he did beat Like a mad dog on heat His fans thought he sounded just grand He left us to join the rock scene To prove he was not just a has been He went in his van To become a big man If you spot him you'll know what I mean He wanted to be a rock star And drove off one day in his car He thought up a jingle And released a new single I always said he'd he go far