New years eve fancy dress dogg (Norfolk)

2 Jan 2008

Quote by Serendipity

What if I say hello instead :twisted:

Depends, do you have a Biggles hat, scarf and googles too? We may have enough for our own squadron of doggers!
*dogging motorbike display team flashback* :shock: lol

Blimey that is a flashback - you are dating yourself now. :lol2:
I have a very cheap Tesco scarf but no goggles or biggles hat.
Regards
Harry Jones

2 Jan 2008

Quote by Serendipity
*dogging motorbike display team flashback* :shock:

You mean this flashback :lol:
http://www.swingingheaven.co.uk/swingers-forum/viewtopic/29718.html?highlight=display%20team

2 Jan 2008

Thanks NWC I'm afraid I couldn't be bothered to search for it redface

Regards
Harry Jones

2 Jan 2008

Quote by HarryJones
I have a very cheap Tesco scarf but no goggles or biggles hat.
Regards
Harry Jones

Harry, you just reminded me of your rather unconventional arrival into the local perving arena lol

We weren't there that particular night, but the picture couldn't be more vivid :lol: My mobile phone goes off, it's "the master", he sounds, erm dumbfounded confused

"Dirty, you aren't going to believe this fucker" :?..Now before i go on, you have to understand our "local" is quite remote..It lies within 250,000 acres of pine forest, but what nobody knew was, Harry Jones was offloading his granny bike from a distant railway station on that cold dark night..
The Master (a veteran dogg) described the scene..The night was still, cept for the wails of the tabletop bangers..Suddenly the assembled doggs were blinded by a wall of shale..When the air cleared, they discerned rattling through the potholes, what they later described as a fucking suicide bomber on a bike :shock: Harry was bent over the bars, covered with a large scarf and heading straight toward them :? First they thought it was a motorcycle..There was a strange droning noise eminating from the rear wheel..Later it was assumed Harry's ample cock had broken loose and was drumming across the spokes giving rise to the somewhat rythmic sound :lol: With his specs refracting the moonlight, the lads couldn't be certain Harry wasn't a Japanese sniper making good his escape with a Kamikazi bid for freedom on a target of oppertunity. Maybe having been holed up in the forest since 1945 after evading the nearby POW camp on the training range :lol:
Against the full moon, the clear sillouette of the front mounted basket meandering through the tree line and scarf flailing wildly, the lads could only stand back in awe struck silence..Had Harry hit a sandbank and been thrown skywards, then the rather uncanny recreation of one of the more emotive ET scenes unfolding before them would have been complete :lol:
I don't recal wether there was any action that night, the details have been lost to the mists of time..The doggs cared not, they'd seen enough :lol:

3 Jan 2008

Now the tears have cleared lol

Thank you for reminding me of that uncle.
I nearly got some action in after putting all that effort in getting there, but once the couple found out I don't shag, they weren't interested but still showed me her pussy "this is what you are missing" said her hubby. From later conversations with others, I'm led to believe they may have tried to extract money from me to refuel their large white transit, so may have been for the best.
Regards
Harry Jones