I don't know what it's all coming to.
I could have been here on UKHBer all night, joining in all the fun.
Instead I got on my bike and rode to the pub and ended up spending the evening with a right bunch of Tossers who did nothing but chat about various issues like foreign traffic cops, Verns bat encounter, new bikes coming out, bike trips both past and future, and many other subjects.
Santrix even got a great big map out and we discussed places to go.
Sarge, not to be outdone, got an even bigger map out that couldn't be fully unfolded indoors due to it's size, and totally obscured a table for six.
I'm no psychologist but there may be more to this 'My map's bigger than yours' thing than meets the eye.
I think Lee was somewhat overwhelmed by the attendance tonight, having become accustomed of late to far fewer Tossers gathered in one place.
Towards the close of the evening the rather attractive barmaid was observed running out of the pub, chasing after Bobble with a brown envelope full of A4 photographs. I'll say no more, there may be legality issues.
Finally, instead of exchanging telephone numbers or emither addresses like most people do, we West Midlands Tossers like to do things a little bit differently.
And nobody fell out with anybody.
I could have been here on UKHBer all night, joining in all the fun.
Instead I got on my bike and rode to the pub and ended up spending the evening with a right bunch of Tossers who did nothing but chat about various issues like foreign traffic cops, Verns bat encounter, new bikes coming out, bike trips both past and future, and many other subjects.
Santrix even got a great big map out and we discussed places to go.
Sarge, not to be outdone, got an even bigger map out that couldn't be fully unfolded indoors due to it's size, and totally obscured a table for six.
I'm no psychologist but there may be more to this 'My map's bigger than yours' thing than meets the eye.
I think Lee was somewhat overwhelmed by the attendance tonight, having become accustomed of late to far fewer Tossers gathered in one place.
Towards the close of the evening the rather attractive barmaid was observed running out of the pub, chasing after Bobble with a brown envelope full of A4 photographs. I'll say no more, there may be legality issues.
Finally, instead of exchanging telephone numbers or emither addresses like most people do, we West Midlands Tossers like to do things a little bit differently.
And nobody fell out with anybody.
