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RIP
Left Conwy with the still knackered davit, looking proper pillocks, and moored at the Prince Madogs berth, we had it all to our selves. Then some other pillock came passed, causing a hugh wave, which ripped off MF's fair lead. Carrying on through the swellies, we reached P Dinorwick, so moored there. Only to discover, that there was no electric within fifty yards and the batteries were down. Soon sorted with the trusty Honda, but it did make a bit of noise. Kwackers came down and fiddled a bit, then reported that his pants had disintrigated.
Eventually the rat pack arrived. Little ****, Philiz James and of course MF. Tom had a chicken, dont know how, but it was decided to take it to a beach some where to cremate it. WE all had a race. The trick being to be the last boat there. Try as I could, we gradually finnished up infront, then with monumental effort, both Little **** and Philiz shot by. James still in the distance. So we anchored for the night, in the little cove. BBQ on the beach. We also had our little zoo, though, a bit worried about the parrot.
So we all went our seperate ways, some to Dinorwick, some to the council house estate. MF to the pleasures of Conarfon, where according to the local pub. You can have a bed, gin and a woman for the night for 4 shillings and six pence. Or 22.5 P.
It was on four shillings and sixpence street.
It was on four shillings and sixpence street.
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