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[Moscow Mule]

I hope you have your CRB Certificate.

Wouldn't be valid even if he did. Each job requires a new one...

[Boudica]

You're not another one of CMs sockpuppets are you?

not quite, but you do have my number

[SupremeSpod]

not quite, but you do have my number

Really?

[sasguru]

not quite, but you do have my number

Do tell ...

[NickFitz]

wow i've not read him before is he real?

Of course he is

[Clippy]

Well things have really been coming together for me over the past few days despite the outrage that occurred on Monday. Incidentally, if I happen to chance upon any of my treacherous fellow commuters while I'm out on my recumbant, they'll be rather shocked at the way I can make an approximation of a circular saw with my front cog. Perfectly at between the legs height too.

Anyway, being a positive kind of guy I've made some good come of this episode. You may recall Me talking about my recent induction into the Bristol Suburban Railway Society and how I want to make my mark there. Well, In the pub on Monday night (I was on ginger beer as I do not consume any alcoholic beverages) me and my mate Malc hatched a wizard plan; to do a sponsored cycle ride around the disused railways of the county of Devonshire. This works out really well as it happens as our other mate from the quartet is on scout duty over the week we plan on going and so we could lip down with the scouts and guides at their camp on a couple of nights. We also plan on having a bit of a Jamboree / gang show with the kids on the last night; I guess we'll have to practice I'm Rolling Along On A Crest of a Wave in Barbershop style lol!

Anyway, in time honoured tradition I'll be setting up a website with lots of pics from our adventures and there will also be an opportunity for people to contribute to my fu.d. In the meantime I'm off to learn the words to Gin Gang Goolie!

Would be more than happy to contribute to you FOAD fund.

You get started and I'll pop a cheque in the post addressed to Lardy Gut Bucket, Denmark.

[gricerboy]

Well, it's been 6 weeks since Malc and I went on our cycle odyssey and I can't believe I haven't given you all an
update on our capers.

After peddling some 120 miles around the disused railways of Devonshire and raising some £30 for the BSRS in
sponsorship money, Malc and I got to within 10 miles of our destination, the village of Broadwood Widger, and rather
cravenly gave up the ghost I'm afraid to say. It had started raining and my water on the knee had started playing up so
we made a beeline for the nearest telephone kiosk and phoned our friend Stu, who is akela of his local scout pack, and
he came and picked us up in his battered old ex GPO Commer Van to take us to the camp where the gang show was taking
place. Feeling like a couple of Charlies, We rather sheepishly loaded our cycles into the back of the van and, after a bit of
goodnatured ribbing, our travails were soon forgotten and we were bowling down the A30 munching on Stu's savoury
moments, kindly donated by Brown Owl by all accounts!

Upon arrival, we were introduced to all the boys and girls who had come from guide and scout packs from all over the
south west and were shown to our tent where we were told to get changed into uniform. It had been years since either
of us had been in a scout's outfit and we both struggled to remember how to fasten our neckerchiefs! Through a gap in
the awning of the tent I noticed Brown Owl watching impatiently as Malc and I fiddled with each other's woggles before she came storming in taking matters into her own hands, much to the surprise of Malc and I, and with a swift tug both our woggles were firmly in place.
You may recall that we'd agreed to do a musical turn and when Brown Owl razzed us, Malc played a real curve ball and
suggested we write something there and then. So, we went back to the tent and Malc whipped out his Remington and began banging furiously away and after just 3 minutes we were done. I won't go into the song in any detail suffice to say
that it was a little ditty perfectly suited to being sung as a round. And that's what we did. The guides started off with the scouts coming in at the start of the first refrain and Malc and I coming in at the start of the second. My! What a deafening response we got at the conclusion of the song! My heart swelled with pride at the rapturous applause we received and swelled even further as the National Anthem struck up with Malc and I stood there at full salute in front of the assembled company as the climax to a wonderful evening.



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[mudskipper]

Well, it's been 6 weeks since Malc and I went on our cycle odyssey and I can't believe I haven't given you all an
update on our capers.

After peddling some 120 miles around the disused railways of Devonshire and raising some £30 for the BSRS in
sponsorship money, Malc and I got to within 10 miles of our destination, the village of Broadwood Widger, and rather
cravenly gave up the ghost I'm afraid to say. It had started raining and my water on the knee had started playing up so
we made a beeline for the nearest telephone kiosk and phoned our friend Stu, who is akela of his local scout pack, and
he came and picked us up in his battered old ex GPO Commer Van to take us to the camp where the gang show was taking
place. Feeling like a couple of Charlies, We rather sheepishly loaded our cycles into the back of the van and, after a bit of
goodnatured ribbing, our travails were soon forgotten and we were bowling down the A30 munching on Stu's savoury
moments, kindly donated by Brown Owl by all accounts!

Upon arrival, we were introduced to all the boys and girls who had come from guide and scout packs from all over the
south west and were shown to our tent where we were told to get changed into uniform. It had been years since either
of us had been in a scout's outfit and we both struggled to remember how to fasten our neckerchiefs! Through a gap in
the awning of the tent I noticed Brown Owl watching impatiently as Malc and I fiddled with each other's woggles before she came storming in taking matters into her own hands, much to the surprise of Malc and I, and with a swift tug both our woggles were firmly in place.
You may recall that we'd agreed to do a musical turn and when Brown Owl razzed us, Malc played a real curve ball and
suggested we write something there and then. So, we went back to the tent and Malc whipped out his Remington and began banging furiously away and after just 3 minutes we were done. I won't go into the song in any detail suffice to say
that it was a little ditty perfectly suited to being sung as a round. And that's what we did. The guides started off with the scouts coming in at the start of the first refrain and Malc and I coming in at the start of the second. My! What a deafening response we got at the conclusion of the song! My heart swelled with pride at the rapturous applause we received and swelled even further as the National Anthem struck up with Malc and I stood there at full salute in front of the assembled company as the climax to a wonderful evening.



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Did you hoist Akela's knickers up the flag pole? It is a time-honoured tradition.

[Zippy]

Did you hoist Akela's knickers up the flag pole? It is a time-honoured tradition.

Absolutely. That and copping off with a member of the opposite sex. And getting drunk.
I got quite a few badges and I can still erect a tent

[d000hg]

Anyway, in time honoured tradition I'll be setting up a website with lots of pics from our adventures and there will also be an opportunity for people to contribute to my fu.d.

Where is this website?

munching on Stu's savoury
moments... I noticed Brown Owl watching impatiently as Malc and I fiddled with each other's woggles before she came storming in taking matters into her own hands, much to the surprise of Malc and I, and with a swift tug both our woggles were firmly in place... Malc whipped out his Remington and began banging furiously away and after just 3 minutes we were done

2nd-rate Janet & John, to be honest.

I can still erect a tent

You think a lot of yourself...