PeteCooper
Well-Known Member
2 blokes from darn Sarf headed North. They arrived at boat and drank weak local beer. Packed in like sardines they endured the night. Even the sound of torrential rain and midges trying to eat through the washboards didn't keep them awake. Next morning their local host tried to poison them with a Scottish breakfast. Torrential rain and midges prevented any attempts at sailing so they sat in the cabin all day discussing which anchor they would use if they ever left the mooring. More alcohol ensued. Next morning, in the torrential rain and chased by hordes of crazed midges with a taste for English flesh they hurried South vowing never to venture North of Cambridge ever again.