TOG tours 2007 (bit long)

Cane banged the rocks together and they said :

http://www.bbc.co.uk/drama/casualty/images/sideimages/casualty_josh.jpg

Can't be, I'm supposed to be on the stretcher, not carrying it.

And FOYRNB, cheeky cnut!

 

A.Lee banged the rocks together and they said :

Heh, one of us looks older than the other one.

 

Champ says...

There's a Tesco at the top of Jubilee Way in Whitfield just outside
Dover too. My sister lives about 200 yards from it. I dunno if the
petrol station on the roundabout is still open, it didn't look like it
last time I was down that way last year.

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Triumph Daytona 955i SE (Black with added black bits)
Suzuki GSX-R750L trackbike (Shite with added shite bits)
Yamaha SR250 Cheasy-Rider (undergoing a transformation)
I ride way too fast to worry about cholestorol.

 

Mapsource reckons 36.5 miles from the port exit roundabout to the Esso
station at Maidstone services.
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35€ for a bottle of Sancerre?

 

Sorry, when I said "35 euro bottle of sancerre", was it not clear
enough?

 

It was a hotel after all.

 

Even then... wine in restaurants is about three times what you would pay
in a shop. But here we are talking about x5 or x7, or it was the mother
of all Sancerre wines.

 

My trip must be out as well because I've always reckoned it was about
40 miles from Dover to those services. I can get to Dover on a single
tank full but it'd be very fucking close to running out so I usually
fill up at Maidstone and have a coffee whilst doing so.

 

Aha, the culprit!

 

I said "Hmm, looks like somehow a bottle of wine's ended up on my bill
instead of the purchaser's, so I'll cover it since otherwise the hotel's
going to be out of pocket for something almost certainly sold, and I'll
try and find out who the lucky blighter was later."

If being decent warrants personal insults, more fool me, eh?

 

Indeed. Another great weekend.

He has a knack of doing that to people.

You start off just "going out for a ride" with Champ and come back with
a shit-eating grin that sticks around until it's replaced by a
shit-faced grin.

 

I did Bolougne to Bracknell on a far less than a tankful[1]. You need
a nice sports tourer, you do.

[1] The fuel light hadn't come one and Computer[2] say "65 miles to
empty".
[2] Computer also say max. speed attained this weekend 141.8. Pretty
poor but my excuse is that I was "running in".

 

What *did* we have for dinner on Saturday? I can't remember anything
(food-wise) after the sorbet whatsoever.

 

There were at least three Chrisses[1] there.

[1] Is that how you pluralise it?

 

Erm, for starters about 6 pints of Stella. Oh no, hang on, that was in
a bar in town[1].

Pate, sorbet, veal, cheese and some pudding. I think.

Followed by another load of whatever-it-was in Nancy's bar.

[1] With some amazing top-totty in it, eh SeanH?

 

"Crises"

 

heh. "A crises of Chrisses"

 

Pah. Even I managed better than that.

 

That was on the way back to Calais. I dropped back a bit to get a good
run but found I caught you up again a bit too quickly, so had to ease
off a bit prematurely. I think you had slowed down to about 110 by
then and I didn't want to rear-end Cane!

I reckon there's a hidden turbo or nitrous injector on that SV of
yours. I can no longer think of an SV as "chick wheels".