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So here we are, the morning after the weekend before and am I relieved I don't have to get up and rush off to work today!
Friday night and by 10PM those who were going to arrive had arrived with 'Corrie Boy' (HairCut100) bringing up the rear after his jaunt down from Manc.
Earlier I set out with a troop of GS's for a visit to Faversham
to obtain the necessaries for our 'at home' evening. Large trolley for beer, small trolley for food
Between the four bikes we managed to get the grog with the Marrakesh leading the way with four cases of beer on board. Mick_rw being from Andover and despite owning having his GS for a few weeks has already had work done to refit it as a delivery vehicle a la Bake's bike (a local colloquialism maybe?) and manage to take the grub, Dave & Val held on tight to the cider & alcopop's leaving Notadrop only sporting MBW panniers room enough for his weekend supply of fags.
On our return most had arrived and were up in the dorms fiercely protecting their chosen bunk from any new arrivals but with the garlic bread and pizza vapours rising up through the floor boards from the kitchen we were able to temp them down soon enough. With food cooked and consumed, the Guinness which 'no one would drink' disappeared fast and Dave Reynolds and Mr Tickle worked their way through an EU cider lake between them, an evening and then a night of talking bollox ensued. I believe it may have gone on until about 2 or so but I had long departed for my bed as the days start early enough when you are the executive chef as well as host.
Saturday 0645... the alarm clock brings my slumber to an end, my Sous Chef (Notadrop) went down first to light the ovens and a fag, closely followed by the Commis Chef (Bakes) to make tea, and in the natural order of things I arrived to drink my tea and demonstrate my catering abilities to my assistants. Table set and by 0830 hrs full English had been served and consumed by 15.
After breakfast an impromptu meeting of ride out leaders and myself took place. The minutes of the meeting went something like.
Me: How many ride outs have we?
Pat: one
Me: Will there be anything for the off-road?
Pat: Ah well loike, we might take off for a look at the Pilgrim's Way but no bother so.
Me: Er right OK. Here's the maps of the area.
Pat: Ah right so. (Puts maps directly into tank bag with not so much as a blink or a page unfolded).
Me: Anything else?
Ritchie: I'll do tail end Charlie.
Meeting closed.
Contd.
Friday night and by 10PM those who were going to arrive had arrived with 'Corrie Boy' (HairCut100) bringing up the rear after his jaunt down from Manc.
Earlier I set out with a troop of GS's for a visit to Faversham


On our return most had arrived and were up in the dorms fiercely protecting their chosen bunk from any new arrivals but with the garlic bread and pizza vapours rising up through the floor boards from the kitchen we were able to temp them down soon enough. With food cooked and consumed, the Guinness which 'no one would drink' disappeared fast and Dave Reynolds and Mr Tickle worked their way through an EU cider lake between them, an evening and then a night of talking bollox ensued. I believe it may have gone on until about 2 or so but I had long departed for my bed as the days start early enough when you are the executive chef as well as host.
Saturday 0645... the alarm clock brings my slumber to an end, my Sous Chef (Notadrop) went down first to light the ovens and a fag, closely followed by the Commis Chef (Bakes) to make tea, and in the natural order of things I arrived to drink my tea and demonstrate my catering abilities to my assistants. Table set and by 0830 hrs full English had been served and consumed by 15.
After breakfast an impromptu meeting of ride out leaders and myself took place. The minutes of the meeting went something like.
Me: How many ride outs have we?
Pat: one
Me: Will there be anything for the off-road?
Pat: Ah well loike, we might take off for a look at the Pilgrim's Way but no bother so.
Me: Er right OK. Here's the maps of the area.
Pat: Ah right so. (Puts maps directly into tank bag with not so much as a blink or a page unfolded).
Me: Anything else?
Ritchie: I'll do tail end Charlie.
Meeting closed.
Contd.