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So as I have mentioned previously, I couldn’t make the full weekend but managed to get up on the Saturday to see some mates, eat some dead pig and have a shandy or two (I was driving)
Arrived to a glorious sunny day and a large and very comfy looking campsite
We had a sarnie and a cup of tea from the on-site burger bar and went for a walk to see what was going down – apparently this old blokes float was not going down enough
Woody had turned up back at the ‘lake’ after he’d got away from a big one
I’m sure I heard him say ‘d’ya wanna hold me rod sonny?’
Then…, what was this? A ripple in the water and a glint in Neil’s eye
Yes! It was a…..fish I’d nearly got the frrying pan hot – when he let the blighter go – rules of the lake it seems
St Eptoe, GS wonderworker and fishing god shows off his bait. There was an organic version available – but he didn’t want no veggie, sandal wearing, grauniad reading fish biting his line thank you very much
meanwhile back at the camp – the odd-couple get down to some serious drinking
Supplied from a natty bar in a landy – hope Bill’s got one of these in his Morocco vehicle
Some of the ford rideout crew turned up
Hard work, this relaxing is….
Evening approaches and we get the call to retire to the barn for a bit of bull – little did we know this was not referring to the usual crap spouted by most GS riders
Lucy was first up –
….. and down
Jokers corner was established:
Then our lad Suneet (aka Gappy) decides to have a go, yer right kid – here’s a pound see how long you can stay on for – fek me if it wasn’t 65 seconds and the best time yet
They all came to try to regain the lead
Bryn:
Whatton (Kev) appeared confident:
Yeah, right
the dead pig looked … well,…. dead actually
Oh look – another one. “Go Woody, go Woody, go Woody” nobody shouted
he had a very strange glazed look on his eyes
but also ended up on the mat
Then the fishing fuehrer arrived – to the relief of pond life everywhere
…..he had up until this point been stood with his back to the bull trying to put the other riders off
….he tried
…and tried
and finally lost his head , and failed
Spot the Bull competition: no not the one in the t-shirt
……er Ming, when we said ‘F*cking bull’ we didn’t mean…..
It seems someone told the ankle biter that a 68 second ride had been recorded.
£1 later:
yawn……
70 bloody seconds! (adult average was around 20)
I had a go, the bull span so fast the pic is blurred – (that’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it thanks) – I fell off
Now, here arrived someone we knew would be a contender for staying on a very long time, - he lives in Wales you see and is well used to staying on woolly backed animals for a bumpy ride
the crowd gasped, within a few seconds he was struggling to stay on, was the hide not thick enough? Were there not enough bleating sounds?
Oh no – he’s off
On no, he isn’t
Then he did fall off
Sharon – having dealt with Matt, would she be able to tame THIS bull?
It seems not – a few second later
The Jamster arrives and someone shouts ‘Oy, Jamie, get yer finger out’
Meanwhile – back in the bull ring, this is easier than running the site
Ooops
Gappy is relieved to see that his record stands and get his reward – no not the woman! The t-shirt
the bull was removed – not before this bloke seemed to do a Rebecca Loos on it – AI anyone?
the dancing begins
Woody spots the new dancer
who is shaking her stuff on the dancefloor. The lone bloke looks on…..
Some Arab Dog arrives
Unfortunately we had to drive back to London so had to leave just as things were hotting up on the dance floor.
Top day Bryn and all who assisted thanks very much for all the hard work.
Arrived to a glorious sunny day and a large and very comfy looking campsite
We had a sarnie and a cup of tea from the on-site burger bar and went for a walk to see what was going down – apparently this old blokes float was not going down enough
Woody had turned up back at the ‘lake’ after he’d got away from a big one
I’m sure I heard him say ‘d’ya wanna hold me rod sonny?’
Then…, what was this? A ripple in the water and a glint in Neil’s eye
Yes! It was a…..fish I’d nearly got the frrying pan hot – when he let the blighter go – rules of the lake it seems
St Eptoe, GS wonderworker and fishing god shows off his bait. There was an organic version available – but he didn’t want no veggie, sandal wearing, grauniad reading fish biting his line thank you very much
meanwhile back at the camp – the odd-couple get down to some serious drinking
Supplied from a natty bar in a landy – hope Bill’s got one of these in his Morocco vehicle
Some of the ford rideout crew turned up
Hard work, this relaxing is….
Evening approaches and we get the call to retire to the barn for a bit of bull – little did we know this was not referring to the usual crap spouted by most GS riders
Lucy was first up –
….. and down
Jokers corner was established:
Then our lad Suneet (aka Gappy) decides to have a go, yer right kid – here’s a pound see how long you can stay on for – fek me if it wasn’t 65 seconds and the best time yet
They all came to try to regain the lead
Bryn:
Whatton (Kev) appeared confident:
Yeah, right
the dead pig looked … well,…. dead actually
Oh look – another one. “Go Woody, go Woody, go Woody” nobody shouted
he had a very strange glazed look on his eyes
but also ended up on the mat
Then the fishing fuehrer arrived – to the relief of pond life everywhere
…..he had up until this point been stood with his back to the bull trying to put the other riders off
….he tried
…and tried
and finally lost his head , and failed
Spot the Bull competition: no not the one in the t-shirt
……er Ming, when we said ‘F*cking bull’ we didn’t mean…..
It seems someone told the ankle biter that a 68 second ride had been recorded.
£1 later:
yawn……
70 bloody seconds! (adult average was around 20)
I had a go, the bull span so fast the pic is blurred – (that’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it thanks) – I fell off
Now, here arrived someone we knew would be a contender for staying on a very long time, - he lives in Wales you see and is well used to staying on woolly backed animals for a bumpy ride
the crowd gasped, within a few seconds he was struggling to stay on, was the hide not thick enough? Were there not enough bleating sounds?
Oh no – he’s off
On no, he isn’t
Then he did fall off
Sharon – having dealt with Matt, would she be able to tame THIS bull?
It seems not – a few second later
The Jamster arrives and someone shouts ‘Oy, Jamie, get yer finger out’
Meanwhile – back in the bull ring, this is easier than running the site
Ooops
Gappy is relieved to see that his record stands and get his reward – no not the woman! The t-shirt
the bull was removed – not before this bloke seemed to do a Rebecca Loos on it – AI anyone?
the dancing begins
Woody spots the new dancer
who is shaking her stuff on the dancefloor. The lone bloke looks on…..
Some Arab Dog arrives
Unfortunately we had to drive back to London so had to leave just as things were hotting up on the dance floor.
Top day Bryn and all who assisted thanks very much for all the hard work.