Arrr ... the day of moo-ving ... It happens every time, the night before I cant sleep so when I do get up I already feel knackered, then loading the bloody car ... ready for the trip to the pub. Ha, I use the word 'trip' ... where 'pop' would be better as it's only 3 miles away ... Frome was a trip ... and what a fuckin trip that was too! Frome will be remember for many things, the BEST venue ever! It has to be said, plenty of top grub to hand but the trip there was a fuckin mare .... Millions of roundabouts and speed camera's, of which one even caught the YaK as he dropped outa warp on final approach.
But first things first ... where would I be without my bag of green!
So anyway ... to the kit ... Issues already as Junosix had to drop outa the trip thus rendering Robs screens untransportable, so after some manic phone calls yesturday we finally managed to sort somthing else out .... Well played MadHippo and Pete for stepping in and loading their cars even MORE than before ... and all is well. Rob arrives later today with Matt bringing a huge 10 bags of kit via train! ...
And here is where my load begins ... first, empty car of crap ....
Then, fill car with new shiny stuff .....
Thats load 1 loaded .... will be dropping Rebekah at school then running this load to the pub. Then setup begins!
Next stage is be home for 1.30 to meet Trolley, then park his car at my placce and head back to the pub ... by which time Bane will be in full motion and ranting on in a totally wierd launguage that is English with a massive hint of broad scot! No doubt I'll be reminding him to lower the volume and speak slowely ... so that way I have a chance of understanding him. Top bloke Bane ... and after leaving Falkirk at Midnight last night a rather huge pint is coming his way.
Picking Rob and Matt up from the station at 3.30 and bringing them to the pub with kit ... mmmmm ... maybe 2 trips that!
More pix later folks ....