Start of an old unpublished/finished post . . . ahh memories

Just tidying and deleting old shyte in my blog and I start reading this . . .Wish I wasn't such a lazy shit and got these things finished . . . ahh good times


A Weekend in Newcastle (NPF) - Part 1

Waking up to the smell and sizzle of bacon and your girlfriend bouncing into the room in her little cut off vest top and skin tight hot pant pj's, jumping on you with a good morning kiss and for a farewell "snuggle" in a morning, is a perfect way to start any Saturday, especially when that Saturday happens to be Day 1 of the NPF team event. . . . This is pretty much the only time I ran well that day and after unloading a batch of tadpoles and finishing my full Anglettere, I hopped in the shower. I was "organised" for once and packed the night before, after a day at the Lakes appeasing the missus for my forthcoming weekend away. So out the door we went aiming to meet up at 8.45am with NoCash, Rubbish and Mr Oriagmi who was running a "little" late. It's literally 5 mins from my gaff to the meet and 25 minutes later I arrive thanks to a couple of tractors doing a modest 5mph down a back lane and with the gf driving her little toy car over taking was never an option! We pull up to NoCashes motor, finding him slumped in the drivers seat looking tbh a little better than expected (He'd text to tell me he got a good kicking the night before.) and shake hands with a hung over looking Rubbish finishing off a greasy breakfast of some sort. I unload my bags and dump them by Daves motor as I introduce the ball n chain to the guys, Rubbish takes a second to appraise her from head to foot, before sidling over and going into auto pilot patter "Nice to meet you, well I'm suprised you look so normal, going out with him!" . . . lol charmer. After being bowled over by Rubbishes lines, a goodbye hug and off she goes, leaving me to listen to the breakdown of the previous evenings comedy and inspect NoCashes war wounds. As they get to the point of Rubbish attempting to enter the G Blackpool on all fours, I suddenly wonder if I brought my G membership card and pat my pockets looking for my wallet! Erm which I left on the side at home FML!!! . . . This starts the trend for the day!!!
We arrive at mine after Mr.O (arrived 9.20am, 50 mins late) agreed to run me home to grab my wallet to find a group of the Welsh regiment queuing at my front door! WTF . . . I tie one arm behind my back and kick the fuck out of the lot of em (Such soft cunts the Welsh, if you can find them when a fight breaks out that is eh Rubbish!!) Anyways grab my wallet, nip in the bathroom to give the missus a kiss bye again, as she slowly soaps her body in the shower!! Dragging myself away I run down the stairs and out the car with a final hollered goodbye, crank up the volume on the Country and Western Mr.O's got playing (Yeaaah ha) and we're away, I open the case of Bud I kindly brought along for the journey, Dave mumbled something about taking the game seriously and not drinking till 8, or something equally as offenssive to my ears, I point out, apart from being regarded as seriously homosexual, a couple of beers would level him out, he was soon supping a cold one. (Didn't hear the same reluctance from Rubbish strangely ;o) so Dolly Parton blaring we hit the M55, leaving Blackpool in our wake.
After the guys have stopped giving me shit for slowing us down by 20 mins and Mr.O firmly refusing to drink and drive (Faggot) we set about our 2nd bottle, I decide to do us a favour, due to Walletgate fiasco, I'll shave some time off the journey I think and avoid the long treck up to Carlisle, we will go across the tops, much quicker I say, trust me I used to Manage a National and International transport team . . . .

The regiment bit was something to do with Rubbishes recounting of the weekend I think??? Also the fact he went missing in the pub as Dave got filled in and unceremoniously dumped out the front door lol!!! Cracking weekend that, not much sleep as I remember.

Just had my tea . . . Fuck me!

Ends. (Parp)