Once again it has been a while. I can only say it is because I am trying to concerntrate on A) work, B) Redesiging this god damn site. I have been very busy of late as well. A purchase of a Golf GTI mk3 and going up to see Dave B has kept me well and truly busy. Anyway some detail on what is going on. Lovely new motor, clean as a whistle, shiny, black, Alpine Stereo, no modifications £2300…..Nice I’ll have that. Dead chuffed with it as the saying goes and is running like a beauty. On to the Reading experience; now as most people know things sometimes get a little out of hand with Dave B and I am pleased to say it was more of the same stuff when I visited him again. Being late arrangement that led to the whole excitement of the thing since I left about 5.30 / 6.00 pm for a night out in Reading which is only about a million miles away from me. So off I go in the new car happy as larry with the music blasting. Now for most people music is taken for granted but the previous car I used had none of these fine luxuries. All I had was the tasty sound of bearings and sweet engine vrooms (or bangs in my case) in the car so listening to Miami Dance week on radio1 was to say the least awesome. Hmmm….where was I….yes so I get to reading in normal time and was very surprised of my directional sense (if there is such a thing). To be honest I can’t emphasise this fact enough and to a point as I was waiting for Dave B to meet me at Reading station pick up point I was seriously considering if I could of taken Anneka Rice on in the supreme TV show treasure hunt. Now before I go too far may I state on a good day I would beat I think but realistically her with her chopper, with good navigational contestants to support probably would of one compared to my golf, some internet map direction auto route thingy and Pete Tong as my support. Amway on to the evenings highlights and what a surprise and the normal nipple juice comes out to play with the added flavour of bum juice and to top it all off I gave Dave B a Dirty Sanchez (though not the full load, just a light wiff). Next on the highlights was the man handling of Dave B. After a few drinks the night was young in our eyes though it was 2 am. More drinks were wanted and taxis were no where near by so a great suggestion was to raid a hotel mini bar. Unfortunately after showing ID we were refused access. The bouncers were having none of it so we tried calling the hotel to book a room. But our clever thinking was outdone once again DOH! Moral was low amongst the ranks upon which was lowered even further and people were entering the establishment. However in Dave B we trust and the cunning boy mingled in with one of the groups entering the hotel and he calmly made his way to the bar. After a while (because we were too scared to even try such a thing) he made his way down to the bouncers and asked if we could come in. He was then politely asked what room number he was staying out, after which was asked to go to the reception to check it all out. Sure enough 2 minutes later Dave was escorted out of the building. As he was slightly pushed Dave said ‘errr….no…stop man handling me’ in a Alan Partridge tone. Hilarious, I wet myself (nearly), suppose you had to be there really but twas funny. On to today and I’m off to Cardiff to see the boys Gaz, Dave B, Gibbs however not Nigel or Jon sadly. But hopefully some of the other Welsh boys will be there but I’m not counting on it. Though I expect Goose shall be there which will be interesting. Right I’m off and hopefully I shall be well enough to tell you what happened. Big shout to England for winning against Turkey. Also massive wishes etc to United who are facing Liverpool this weekend. Plus don’t forget to catch the F1 Brazil this weekend. Ta ra
