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But aren't you also feeling smug at the lazy gets who didn't get out of their cars?
not so much that, but I tell what I am proud about.
When we got back, I was sweating like a sweaty thing, tongue hanging out. There was a live band in the pub and the barman says to me 'are you with the family ? are you a guest ? sorry it's a private function'
'Nah I'm a resident'
'ok sir what would you like ?'
I forgot to tell him I was a resident of the camp site half a mile down the road
heh heh
Was camping at the weekend in the Peak District, and ver nice it was too. The missus was looking through some maps on Friday in the pub and says to me
'I always wanted you to see Kinder, its only 8 miles and its a difficulty three.'
So we hiked up to Kinder downfall, in trainers. Six hours later we are in the pub in Hayfield, I am sh@gged out and says to the missus
'If thats a three, I would hate to do a fking five'
'Oh the difficulty only goes up to level three'
I feel like I've done a few rounds with Mike Tyson
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