While perusing through the gargantuan Freddie Mercury box set just recently, I looked at the credits for The Great Pretender and happened to notice something intriguing in the credits for 'Foolin' Around'. Bear with me as I type this out:
2. Foolin' Around (Freddie Mercury)
Produced by Mack and Freddie Mercury.
Additional production and remix by Steve Brown for Sarm Productions with arrangement and instrumentation by Andrew FLASHMAN and Andrew King. Published by Queen Music Ltd. / EMI Music Pub. Ltd. / Watanabe Music Pub. (P) 1992 Original sound recording owned by Mighty Tape Ltd.
Now, I really could have stopped typing this after I made my point, but I digress.
You old cow! I had no idea you were involved in the remix of 'Foolin' Around'. Show yourself and explain your actions, how you came about to be involved in such a project, and exactly what nationality IS 'Flashman' anyway? Sounds Jewish, quite honestly.
That link didn't work, but a quick search for "Flashman" brings up the following titles:
1. Flashman on the March ~ George MacDonald Fraser -- (Paperback - February 1, 2006)
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2. Flashman and the Redskins ~ George MacDonald Fraser -- (Paperback - February 6, 2006)
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3. Flashman at the Charge ~ George MacDonald Fraser -- (Paperback - February 6, 2006)
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Seems like this George MacDonald guy is Flashman's official biographer.
Mayhaps it's an ancestor of his?
Or it very well could be a cunning way of integrating fact and fiction - you know, kind of like "Ernest Goes To Camp" and "Ernest Saves Christmas", those kids of things: "Flashman Wins The War", "Flashman Gets The Dame", etc.
I knew Flashman was infamous, but certainly had no idea he was famous!
Lester, rest assured that this post concerning my good self has displeased me greatly.
Who I am, and from whence I came, is of no concern to you. What if one day I were to owe you money? Or, even likelier, shagged your bird? By giving out personal details such as my full identity or whereabouts, you would soon be on my tail screaming revenge.
Normally in these circumstances, I would simply box your ears, knock you bandy, paint your arse purple, and parade you down the High Street as a warning to others.
But I see you're a spectacles wearer, and I never hit a man with glasses. Or two legs, when I can help it. So, in your case, I have decided to hand out an even more severe punishment....
My records show that you hold a position of certain rank amongst the great Army of Flash. Your Flashman Grade has been decreased to Grade V with immediate effect. You can keep your position of Junior Assistant Deputy to the Assistant's Deputy. But you have been transferred to the Cannon Fodder Squadron. Watch your back.
This has not been an easy decision to make, and it is with real regret that I view this otherwise promising career curtailed in such fashion.
ANDREW Flashman, for fuck's sake? Christ, I've been called some names in my time - but that takes the fucking carrot, that does.
Flashy, you misinterpret me! I still hold nothing but the utmost amount of respect (well, I suppose it fluctuates with however many bottles of wine I may have consumed) and honor (see previous note). I, for one, personally enjoyed the remix of 'Foolin' Around'. Thought it was some of your best work.
I realize that your privacy is of great importance to you. I once tried to phone you, but was met with a gruff voice telling me to "never call this number again". Just to prove that point, two roughs came to my humble abode and efficiently broke my phone and fingers. I have not been able to dial a phone since, as the memories of this instance are far too painful. Or, more likely, the twit of a doctor who set my bones did so improperly. Now all the local kids have taken to calling me 'Dr. Hook'.
Anyway, I digress. Your background, as colorful as it no doubt is, is none of my business. I thought long and hard over starting this thread, even losing several hours of sleep and a few meals in the process. However, I forged ahead, hoping to bring a wider audience to the realization that you, Dear Flashman, are no one-trick bounder! You have a talent. I suggest you nuture it.
Or, at the very least, change your name. I mean, Andrew? Honestly!