sorry MrsFC this was my second, so shouldn't even be in here, but i can't remember my first cos of the nervy heavy drinking beforehand, so it kinda counts as my first real one . . . . . . . ;-)
i was flippant on MrFC's 1000 thread, but i just wanted to echo every single word you said here without rambling . . .
and i can tell you for a fact, cos many mentioned you both and said the same, you we're both really missed last night!
neil x x x x x x x ;-)
Ah mrs FC, you said we would enjoy it and enjoy it we did.
Knowing that I faced a 4 hour journey and that I needed to leave by at least noon if I was going to get my customery afternoon knap, I arranged to play golf extra early so that I could be home in time to pick up mrs davej and set off. All went well and I teed it up with the lads at 7am after a hearty full English. At I teed it up again as my first ball sailed into a field of sheep and at I retrieved my second ball from the lake not 25 yards away from where I had gracefully struck it....anyway I digress.....
After getting back home I packed my very modest overnight bag and with mrs davej in tow with a small wardrobe of outfits, lotions and potions, loaded the car and set off. We hadn't driven more than 15 miles when mrs davej started pondering if she had brought the right clothes with her and after some more whinging, I was persuaded to drop into a shopping centre on the edge of the M25 so that mrs davej could purchase a new pair of jeans. After visiting several shops we eventually got the jeans she wanted and despite the provocation brought on by this detour, I remained in good humour and resited telling her that, her arse looked better suited to being backed into a set of shafts on a brewers dray.
We returned to the car and glancing at my watch, was a bit put out to see that a further hour had been wasted buying these jeans that looked identical to the other three pairs that were in her suitcase. We continued on our journey and with the aid of the AA routefinder that I had printed out, to give us or course from our postcode to the hotel postcode, we negotiated the M25 followed by the M1 and onto the M6.
After a short time on the M6, the all too familiar cry of "I am thirsty" and "I want a pee" came from my passenger (it really is like taking your Nan out these days) I duly pulled over and we took the oppurtunity to lunch on a very spicy KFC which I enjoyed thoroughly, despite knowing that if my could talk, they would be calling my teeth and tongue every filthy name they could muster, as it was they that would suffer excrciating pain a few hours later.
As we returned to the car and pulled out of the services, mrs davej decided to clean out the footwell of the car and threw all the crap in a bin. After another 30 miles or so, I asked mrs davej for the mileage to our next motorway change. The silence wasn't expected and after some frantic scrabbling around in the car it became evident that the AA routeplanner had gone in the bin at the service station. "O.K". mrs davej said, "dont panic, Manchester is a big place, we know that our hotel is near a certain area so just keep going and when we get to Manchester, we will find the area and ask directions to the hotel"
Davej's reply was not as measured and went something like "you bleepin stupid bleepin, bleepin, idiot, how the bleepin helL, do you expect me to find the bleepin hotel, when I dont know its name cos I wrote the bleepin thing down on the bleepin routefinder that some bleepin bleeper has gone and bleepin binned!!!! .....we continued on in silence but for the strains of Roger Whittakers greatest hits on the stereo, to mellow my mood.
After finding Manchester with little trouble and finding the area we needed, I then began the long and painfull chore of stopping, at firstly hotel number one. "Excuse me but do you have a mr and mrs davej booked in here tonight? "flibbity flobbity flop" at least thats what it sounded like to my southern ear but apparantly, she had said no. " Can you tell me directions to another hotel in the area? "ippy dippy doggy shitty flip flap flam" which along with some pointing and hand gestures told me to try up the road. On to the next. "excuse me do you have a mr and mrs davej booked in here tonight"? gerbil flurbil floppity dop" I was starting to pick up the dialect and again worked out it was a no, but got directions across the road to yet another hotel, where Eureka !! we had a reservation.
I was over the moon that we had at last arrived, as the spicy KFC was know ringing the bells so to speak, so it was quickly up to our room for a much needed sit down........I would rather stick pins in my eyes than endure again, the searing pain that followed as the KFC did its best to turn my bum inside out, I am convinced that my piles were actually screaming at one point in a very high pitched tone as stray dogs started to gather under our window. Never ever again will I eat spicy food and never ever again will I leave home without an ointment to ease the discomfort, the embarrassment of having to ring down to reception for a small bag of crushed ice was just too much.
I will cut a very long story short as it is difficult to portray searching for a hotel in a busy part of town, with the traffic chaos all around but suffice to say that it was bloody exhausting work. As for the munch itself? A bloody breeze, after 26 years with mrs bleepin davej, meeting other folk is a positive pleasure.
lol, I resisted the urge for a KFC! I swore before I left, that although it smells divine, and I always crave it, it always ends up being the greasy shite I regret!
Venusxxx
c) he doesn't look how I (or anyone else) expected really.
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I can happily reveal the following
three people though I was going to be sixty if a day.
one person had me down as a poor Peter Stringfellow.
One had me resembling a Geeky Bill Gates.
One did metion that I looked like a famous actor although I must admit that I have never thought that the guy who played Rumpole Of The Bailey was partucularly chisseled in his appearance, thats the last drink I buy him.
Only one peson said I looked exactly as they had imagined and I thank you for saying so and I hope that you found the yellow jacket and harness that went missing from your dog.
As it was my first munch i was quite apprehensive leading up to it,but as soon as Calista and Morbius arrived to pick us up that all was absolutely brill and i can't wait until the Notts munch that me and Clare are has dawned on me though just what an undertaking organising a munch is,i just hope ours goes as well as this one.
I'm most deffinately a munch junkie now,and Clare and I didn't talk about anything else but the munch yesterday.
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Davej,
And i thought i had worries !!!!!!!!
Love hugs and kisses
Little
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