If you pitch up here at stupid o clock in the morning, I hope your sleeping bags are waterproof. It's pissing down here currently.
Thanks for that Ken, you sure know how to make a guy feel better! Unfortunately it wouldn't play but I've got my own version going on!
Third wave on the right. Err left. Up and down. Up and down. Just like another night with Steve. Makes walking Fcukin hilarious though
There is a woman in a black suit in the first few minutes that gets knocked out from colliding with the big white structural pole in the middle! Another woman catches hur an bout 5 seconds later they both slide off shot to the right with a large collection of tables n chairs following fast! Bet there was a lot of injury claims made after that voyage!
Ken, Has the pis5heads, sorry sophisticated wine connoisseurs arrived back from terrorising the european mainland to pick up there white van yet?
Not quite. Last I heard they were on schedule so they should have docked in Plymouth at 16:15. An hour or so to debark and have Gary see a vet and I'm anticipating sixish for the two horsemen of the apoxalypse to turn up. Bad luck for Gill, Gary promised to bring home some Spanish Fly for her, but didn't tell her she' have to scrape it off his helmet first...
Just had a text. Did the uk just suddenly feel a tiny bit dodgier...? It should have, the chuckle brothers have just gone 'feet dry'...
They're on their way home. Shutters all over the South West are coming down, we're safe again. I've never seen such fly speckled articles as Steve and Gary when they rolled up the drive. Just as it started raining too, welcome home lads. Gary's hair has certainly grown since they left. He looks like a bloody hippy now, I hardly recognised him. He did introduce me to his pet nail... ...who's been with him for most of the trip now. He does look suspiciously like he's forgotten something in this one though... Tea was the most craved thing apparently. I was hoping it was my company, but it was Tetleys. You can take the boy out of the north, but you can't take the north out of the boy. It was getting a bit dark before the ladies got comfy back in their caravan... ...And once they were snug, the boys had a message for Jason. No, I didn't get it either but they assure me he will. Then, best of all! Presents! A flick knife for me and a catapult for Jeanette and a bottle of brandy just to get the fight started. Thanks lads! And then, they were off again... well, nearly. Steve's engine management light wouldn't go off on the van. I'm not surprised, I've been twatting it for the last fortnight doing pizza deliveries, but eventually they were gone, the Fox only pausing momentarily to drive across the front garden on his way. The rotten swine!
