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I managed the gruelling 50 minute journey from Chez Whatton to Ripley on Friday night with relative ease. Pitched the tent and took a picture or two.........<o></o>
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Woody was having his dinner in a bag<o></o>
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Seems he forget his shoes and had to go shopping in Ripley, handy if you want a shell suit or a pair of chavey trainers but not a town you'd expect anything more from...<o></o>
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Att and his wife pitched up.......<o></o>
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Flipfly hung around menicingly.......<o></o>
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Tossers talked Tosserish and fiddled with accessories....<o></o>
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Lolgeof headed for the bar, he later told me he was "over the moon to be part of a biker gang"<o></o>
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In the bar Jamie picked us a winner.......<o></o>
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Ming chatted to his uncle Rob while Att bought everyone in the bar a drink, a generous chap Att...<o></o>
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<st1:City w:st="on"><st1lace w:st="on">Burton</st1lace></st1:City> explained the use of skin products and male grooming techniques to a group of confused Tossers....<o></o>
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Outside the King of Oonyackistan was holding court.........<o></o>
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Little did the King know but inside Tuned In had installed himself in the throne provided by the bar owner for the visiting royalty.......<o></o>
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He controlled his anger well when he found out........<o></o>
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People waved and laughed as the night wore on.....<o></o>
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Att decided to rearrange Woody's face.....<o></o>
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Jamie was on Dandelion and Burdock all night, he was saving himself for later........<o></o>
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There was an issue with Tuned In's wig but we found some Bostick and dealt with it before it got out of hand.....<o></o>
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Tuned was over the moon<o></o>
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All of us had a good laugh at the fact Flipfly had been shrunk to half normal size, he sat on <st1:City w:st="on"><st1lace w:st="on">Burtons</st1lace></st1:City> knee later and giggled like a baby, which was a laugh.....<o></o>
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Bakerman wandered in late on. He did a trick with a mouthfull of red wine and a camera. It wasn't pretty.<o></o>
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Saturday dawned early, my lilo was flat and my bladder was full<o></o>
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Lolgeoff was up and about early, he don't get to see grass very often....<o></o>
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I put my coffee on, it took an age to boil. Probably because I'd forgot to put any water in it.<o></o>
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Seeing as coffee was off the menu I made my way to the car park for the off road run.<o></o>
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Jaber took us to Bonsal, where Flipfly relaxed.<o></o>
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Jaber and Rob Farmer posed for a snap...<o></o>
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Bakerman expressed an interest in going to Matlock, so we went and had a pot of tea, we found this GS with a cracking pair of plywood panniers...<o></o>
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Back at the site I found <st1:City w:st="on"><st1lace w:st="on">Burton</st1lace></st1:City> entertaining my wife<o></o>
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Steptoe turned up with dinner, 3 roast chickens and a bacon joint. Tesco's finest.<o></o>
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Later on in the bar we came across Rob Farmer. He was off his tits on Ezz and whiz allegedly...<o></o>
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Steptoe read grace before dinner, which was nice..<o></o>
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Then Mr Testicle turned up, to do the raffle..<o></o>
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The night went on; we danced, sang and cavorted.<o></o>
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I had an early night and got up to survey the fall out, <st1:City w:st="on"><st1lace w:st="on">Burtons</st1lace></st1:City> tent seemed to have been the scene of a late night happening.....<o></o>
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The last picture I took was of an old fat bloke going for a crap...<o></o>
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Top weekend, too much beer and Peak District green lanes for me, I'm a tired boy.<o></o>
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Thanks Bryn and co <o></o>
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Woody was having his dinner in a bag<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Seems he forget his shoes and had to go shopping in Ripley, handy if you want a shell suit or a pair of chavey trainers but not a town you'd expect anything more from...<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Att and his wife pitched up.......<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Flipfly hung around menicingly.......<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Tossers talked Tosserish and fiddled with accessories....<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Lolgeof headed for the bar, he later told me he was "over the moon to be part of a biker gang"<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
In the bar Jamie picked us a winner.......<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Ming chatted to his uncle Rob while Att bought everyone in the bar a drink, a generous chap Att...<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
<st1:City w:st="on"><st1lace w:st="on">Burton</st1lace></st1:City> explained the use of skin products and male grooming techniques to a group of confused Tossers....<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Outside the King of Oonyackistan was holding court.........<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Little did the King know but inside Tuned In had installed himself in the throne provided by the bar owner for the visiting royalty.......<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
He controlled his anger well when he found out........<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
People waved and laughed as the night wore on.....<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Att decided to rearrange Woody's face.....<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Jamie was on Dandelion and Burdock all night, he was saving himself for later........<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
There was an issue with Tuned In's wig but we found some Bostick and dealt with it before it got out of hand.....<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Tuned was over the moon<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
All of us had a good laugh at the fact Flipfly had been shrunk to half normal size, he sat on <st1:City w:st="on"><st1lace w:st="on">Burtons</st1lace></st1:City> knee later and giggled like a baby, which was a laugh.....<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Bakerman wandered in late on. He did a trick with a mouthfull of red wine and a camera. It wasn't pretty.<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Saturday dawned early, my lilo was flat and my bladder was full<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Lolgeoff was up and about early, he don't get to see grass very often....<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
I put my coffee on, it took an age to boil. Probably because I'd forgot to put any water in it.<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Seeing as coffee was off the menu I made my way to the car park for the off road run.<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Jaber took us to Bonsal, where Flipfly relaxed.<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Jaber and Rob Farmer posed for a snap...<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Bakerman expressed an interest in going to Matlock, so we went and had a pot of tea, we found this GS with a cracking pair of plywood panniers...<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Back at the site I found <st1:City w:st="on"><st1lace w:st="on">Burton</st1lace></st1:City> entertaining my wife<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Steptoe turned up with dinner, 3 roast chickens and a bacon joint. Tesco's finest.<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Later on in the bar we came across Rob Farmer. He was off his tits on Ezz and whiz allegedly...<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Steptoe read grace before dinner, which was nice..<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Then Mr Testicle turned up, to do the raffle..<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
The night went on; we danced, sang and cavorted.<o></o>
<o> </o>
I had an early night and got up to survey the fall out, <st1:City w:st="on"><st1lace w:st="on">Burtons</st1lace></st1:City> tent seemed to have been the scene of a late night happening.....<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
The last picture I took was of an old fat bloke going for a crap...<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Top weekend, too much beer and Peak District green lanes for me, I'm a tired boy.<o></o>
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Thanks Bryn and co <o></o>