Dahoum
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Princetown 2005
Well, over a busy week later here are my notes, thoughts and pics of a fantastic weekend.
The Sunday before Princetown I went to the Ace and met Steppers. My original plan had been to camp, but the weather forecast and the views from the web cam (it’s in the Princetown library window upstairs btw) were persuading me otherwise.
Steps informed me that Jamie had pulled out of the trip and that there may be a spare bed in one of the bunkrooms. I called Kev and he confirmed that there had been a spare bed but it was now taken. There was still the floor though – which I gratefully accepted.
I set off around 10.45 from West London and headed off down the M3 and though I was ok for fuel I thought I would pull in to Fleet services and see if anyone was about as it had been mentioned on the site as a meeting point for the various SE Tossers.
Greeted by these ugly so and so’s
Then Steptoe’s ‘friend’ turned up
And posed as requested :YMCA
By this time a dozen or so had gathered and we all set off to lunch at chez Bakerman. Where we successfully blocked up his back passage (fnar)
some of the older bikes (and bikers) had leakage problems
Steptoe prepared for the big breckfast
Bakes showed us the inside of his garage
And a lovely lady showed up
Steptoe makes his bap and IanF lets one go
Thanks Steve for your usual hospitality
Steptoe and I ended up riding the last section together and we got to the Plume late afternoon just as the rain started.
eyes Val booked us in and gave me the good news that there were spare beds in the second bunkhouse, which I gladly availed myself of. Settled in and down to the pub for a very pleasant evening of booze banter and bollocks. :beer
Kev does his Wallace impression
Graham? Feels up Riverking’s halo
Tim turns up (not Spanish riding this time) with girlie and proceeds to tell her not to believe anything she hears about him this weekend. (har har)
Rog tells Neil the one about Joyseeker the Scotsman and the Irishman
and Mrs Soft Baps intervenes to say when she heard it there were no sheep involved
Bill gets his meal and ‘someone’ decides it had a distinct lack of seasoning – or was it they wanted to give him hypertension?
fortunately he finds it in the nick of time
unfortunately for some (innocent) people. They just have that guilty look about them:
Bill later takes his revenge on the guilty looking (but innocent) party’s pasty
Bill don’t care and he shows it
IanF looks on longingly at some brave GSers pint cocktail
And Woody finds ‘Little Lady’ under the table so he proceeds to try his manly charms on her. Strangely, she looks unimpressed
Matron shows the scars of her latest escapade trying to sell calendars. We suggested she uses smaller whips next time
After the departure of Little Lady Woody and I get Timolgra’s girlie over to give her the low down on his antics on the Baltic Tour. She was most interested and we anticipate Tim’s voice to be raised an octave or two next time we see him. Don’t worry Tim, Woody’s hand is not on HER arse
Uncle One-Shot was there with Lash. Having fun – she’d just seen the size of Bills arse….
Steptoes cocktail
‘Someone’ thought Kev needed a lighter sole on his shoe
and it would have got a lot lighter except for the stink
Matron showed us her latest sex toy. A yak wool straight jacket that she uses in bondage sessions. Neil lent a hand.
Bill and his bitch had to settle for loving glances for the time being.
And Woody was fooled by Little Lady who told him salt makes your hair grow
The following morning we should all have read the signs as Bill turns up for the Fords Rideout in his wet suit
Saturday had dawned just as we had been told it would – ferking wet and cold
So some serious lining of the arteries was called for
And we tried to introduce Andrew to the finer points of British tabloid journalism. He thought it was so funny:
The fords ride out began as it finished – wet. We had only done two fords (one was impassable) by lunch, I had ended up in the water three times, and I was thinking of dropping out as some others did.
I’m glad I didn’t though – I would have missed Noddy doing this. Note Rev Chuck rushed to his aid whilst bill pisses himself laughing and gets the camera ready for another mug-in-the-drink shot for his album
apparently a call had gone out that there was a lot of injured pride and broken egos on the moor so the medics were called in – adding insult to injury by steaming through the ford.
As Bill has mentioned in his report we ended the day on a high in this beautiful setting. Followed by a mile or so of soggy green lane back to the main road.
Many thanks Bill for a fantastic day.
We got dried – went to a nearby pub for a meal and then moseyed down to the raffle. Lots of unsavoury pics from there which I think I’ll save for any future blackmailing needs
I will tell you though that I got an exclusive on the real reason for the title of Simon and Georgie’s book!
Well, over a busy week later here are my notes, thoughts and pics of a fantastic weekend.
The Sunday before Princetown I went to the Ace and met Steppers. My original plan had been to camp, but the weather forecast and the views from the web cam (it’s in the Princetown library window upstairs btw) were persuading me otherwise.
Steps informed me that Jamie had pulled out of the trip and that there may be a spare bed in one of the bunkrooms. I called Kev and he confirmed that there had been a spare bed but it was now taken. There was still the floor though – which I gratefully accepted.
I set off around 10.45 from West London and headed off down the M3 and though I was ok for fuel I thought I would pull in to Fleet services and see if anyone was about as it had been mentioned on the site as a meeting point for the various SE Tossers.
Greeted by these ugly so and so’s
Then Steptoe’s ‘friend’ turned up
And posed as requested :YMCA
By this time a dozen or so had gathered and we all set off to lunch at chez Bakerman. Where we successfully blocked up his back passage (fnar)
some of the older bikes (and bikers) had leakage problems
Steptoe prepared for the big breckfast
Bakes showed us the inside of his garage
And a lovely lady showed up
Steptoe makes his bap and IanF lets one go
Thanks Steve for your usual hospitality
Steptoe and I ended up riding the last section together and we got to the Plume late afternoon just as the rain started.
eyes Val booked us in and gave me the good news that there were spare beds in the second bunkhouse, which I gladly availed myself of. Settled in and down to the pub for a very pleasant evening of booze banter and bollocks. :beerKev does his Wallace impression
Graham? Feels up Riverking’s halo
Tim turns up (not Spanish riding this time) with girlie and proceeds to tell her not to believe anything she hears about him this weekend. (har har)
Rog tells Neil the one about Joyseeker the Scotsman and the Irishman
and Mrs Soft Baps intervenes to say when she heard it there were no sheep involved
Bill gets his meal and ‘someone’ decides it had a distinct lack of seasoning – or was it they wanted to give him hypertension?
fortunately he finds it in the nick of time
unfortunately for some (innocent) people. They just have that guilty look about them:
Bill later takes his revenge on the guilty looking (but innocent) party’s pasty
Bill don’t care and he shows it
IanF looks on longingly at some brave GSers pint cocktail
And Woody finds ‘Little Lady’ under the table so he proceeds to try his manly charms on her. Strangely, she looks unimpressed
Matron shows the scars of her latest escapade trying to sell calendars. We suggested she uses smaller whips next time
After the departure of Little Lady Woody and I get Timolgra’s girlie over to give her the low down on his antics on the Baltic Tour. She was most interested and we anticipate Tim’s voice to be raised an octave or two next time we see him. Don’t worry Tim, Woody’s hand is not on HER arse
Uncle One-Shot was there with Lash. Having fun – she’d just seen the size of Bills arse….
Steptoes cocktail
‘Someone’ thought Kev needed a lighter sole on his shoe
and it would have got a lot lighter except for the stink
Matron showed us her latest sex toy. A yak wool straight jacket that she uses in bondage sessions. Neil lent a hand.
Bill and his bitch had to settle for loving glances for the time being.
And Woody was fooled by Little Lady who told him salt makes your hair grow
The following morning we should all have read the signs as Bill turns up for the Fords Rideout in his wet suit
Saturday had dawned just as we had been told it would – ferking wet and cold
So some serious lining of the arteries was called for
And we tried to introduce Andrew to the finer points of British tabloid journalism. He thought it was so funny:
The fords ride out began as it finished – wet. We had only done two fords (one was impassable) by lunch, I had ended up in the water three times, and I was thinking of dropping out as some others did.
I’m glad I didn’t though – I would have missed Noddy doing this. Note Rev Chuck rushed to his aid whilst bill pisses himself laughing and gets the camera ready for another mug-in-the-drink shot for his album
apparently a call had gone out that there was a lot of injured pride and broken egos on the moor so the medics were called in – adding insult to injury by steaming through the ford.
As Bill has mentioned in his report we ended the day on a high in this beautiful setting. Followed by a mile or so of soggy green lane back to the main road.
Many thanks Bill for a fantastic day.
We got dried – went to a nearby pub for a meal and then moseyed down to the raffle. Lots of unsavoury pics from there which I think I’ll save for any future blackmailing needs
I will tell you though that I got an exclusive on the real reason for the title of Simon and Georgie’s book!
