What! It was an epic saga. It moved me to verse if I recall. here you go Mike. The sad tale of Dave's Deliverence moment. There's a green and spooky truck stop To the north of Ely town There's a little toilet block beside the cafe There's a broken hearted redneck mourns the loss of Dave V's ass And he weeps and stands there with his trackkies down. He was smitten right away on the chill but sunny day That the bladers rumbled onto the car park He watched them order tea And he knew they'd need to pee So he dropped his kecks and stood there in the dark As the moments ticked away and the clock approached midday He heard someone approach outside the door But his yearning came to nothing as he gave his knob a buffing And his contact lens fell out and hit the floor In his hyperopic state he realised too late The urinal's edge was right below his knee When he bent to get his lens His head smacked the porcelain And his mullet filled with fag ends and stale pee This was when the door swung open And the bladers strode in hoping That the sight that met their eyes was an illusion A debagged inbred lurching Groaning, weeping, mumbling, gurning Looking like an extra from the living dead Vino had the wherewithal To bag the only empty stall Leaving Dave to face the monster on his todd He cowered in there crying Tears of laughter and guffawing Cos he really is an evil little sod Poor Dave did his very best To puff out his manly chest And proceed to void his bladder like he'd planned But in the corner of his eye He could see the redneck sigh Another special moment had been lost Dave finished his ablutions Vino ceased his convolutions And they made it back to Jimbo safe and sound The redneck stood there bitter In the Greenman Café shitter Like he'd dropped a fiver but only found a pound
'Had a blast up yours' ..............................well no-one is having a blast up mine.......but I will happily come for a ride out
I don’t know what you lot are going on about, ok, me being a city boy moving to the lowlands was a bit of a culture shock, lecky but no gas, roads but no road lighting, but on the upside you can see the stars at night, have a slap up meal and drinks for two and still have change from a pony and best of all, once you have got accustomed to your girlfriends comparing your pee pee with their dads, uncles and nephews the six fingered wnaks are great.
Just for the record. It’s the Green Welly Cafe on outskirts north side of Chatteris. Great breakfasts but you do need to ask tell them if you want your bacon cooked. I can’t comment on the toilet as I have never been in there. (And never will now)
Ok guys........When the weather improves we'll have to have a little bimble about..say maybe...The Chase,Munford,Wotton,Dereham etc??
Spot on Gary, local with pants round his ankles moaning in the middle of the toilet, pmsl now thinking about it
Hey I'm no bog trotter & don't have webbed toes but I'd be up for a ride when the weather sorts its self out..... Where do you think you might meet ride from too?
Hahahaha!! One of the funniest threads I've come across in a while guys!!! I'm a bit concerned I actually constitute being part of this group (by region) and having lived in the area for a good 20yrs even I know Chatteris is not the place to go..... EVER! lol
