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There’s an accident ahead………………… There’s an accident ahead!!!………Grabbing the steering wheel from the passenger seat, we hurled over the Debary, bits of car parts and probably a leg or two. “Stop it”. Said Tutts. “Your making me nervous.”
I’d made the fatal mistake of letting Tutts drive us to Liverpool Airport for our trip to Barcelona, Englander and Colin Scott. Then Tutts got the card out of the Parking metre. Then stuck my visa card in it. Then it gobbled it up and had to send for bloke to dismantle the said metre and retrieve now slightly mangled card.
Colin had kindly sent two phone numbers and said he would meet us at the corner of a building with enormous writing on it. You can not go wrong he said. Well Colin the writing is on the bloody marina side of the building and could not be seen from where we were. Then there was the farce with the phone numbers. The boat phone did not work and the mobile had gone back to England with the crew!!. So peering through the marina gate I eventually got the guard to let me in and speaking in my best Lancashire accent managed to convey my wish to find Englander.
Yelling at the top of my voice, up the gang plank, that was hanging in mid air……..
After a while a human voice could be heard. “Ugg , grumble, grumble. Who is it”. As the fog before his eyes thinned, Colin remembered what day of the week it was, and so started this memorable trip. I will not go into the detail of Sea Monkeys. Nor did I ask why the crew were called Heathen and another who’s name escapes me. No doubt equally unpleasant.
At the Fastnet pub, everyone chucked grapes about on New Years Eve. Some even caught them in there mouths. Oh, and at some point Heathens mate fell in the fountain and had to swim back to shore.
Then on the last day Colin cooked two enormous chickens and roasted all the vegetables. Took about four hours and I was starving.
I think he still has some Whiskey left, but we did try very hard!!
<font color=blue> Haydn
I’d made the fatal mistake of letting Tutts drive us to Liverpool Airport for our trip to Barcelona, Englander and Colin Scott. Then Tutts got the card out of the Parking metre. Then stuck my visa card in it. Then it gobbled it up and had to send for bloke to dismantle the said metre and retrieve now slightly mangled card.
Colin had kindly sent two phone numbers and said he would meet us at the corner of a building with enormous writing on it. You can not go wrong he said. Well Colin the writing is on the bloody marina side of the building and could not be seen from where we were. Then there was the farce with the phone numbers. The boat phone did not work and the mobile had gone back to England with the crew!!. So peering through the marina gate I eventually got the guard to let me in and speaking in my best Lancashire accent managed to convey my wish to find Englander.
Yelling at the top of my voice, up the gang plank, that was hanging in mid air……..
After a while a human voice could be heard. “Ugg , grumble, grumble. Who is it”. As the fog before his eyes thinned, Colin remembered what day of the week it was, and so started this memorable trip. I will not go into the detail of Sea Monkeys. Nor did I ask why the crew were called Heathen and another who’s name escapes me. No doubt equally unpleasant.
At the Fastnet pub, everyone chucked grapes about on New Years Eve. Some even caught them in there mouths. Oh, and at some point Heathens mate fell in the fountain and had to swim back to shore.
Then on the last day Colin cooked two enormous chickens and roasted all the vegetables. Took about four hours and I was starving.
I think he still has some Whiskey left, but we did try very hard!!
<font color=blue> Haydn
