BAD MEDICINE by BON JOVI Story by Stephen Andrew
As James and I quietly reflect on the dayās pedalling, we are interrupted by the sound of something akin to a squealing, stuttering dentistās drill a few thin tent walls away from us. Before you can say, āHand me my hair gelā, Jon Bon Jovi and his Jersey boys are bellowing the songās chorus, sixteen seconds in, no beg pardons.