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Saturday:
I went to have breakfast with my good mates Mexican Andy, Neil ( Pops ), and Eddie ( Rock'n'Fuckin'Roll ).
Met up with Alix down at the Regal after we'd got a full english breakfast and a couple of pints down us.
We went next door to a camping shop and bought an electric bed inflator thingumebob. a couple of octopus
straps (bungi straps? whatever) and some general tie type things. I then went and bought a military fold-
down shovel then got home to start packing for the trip up to thetford forrest.
So we cycled the 32odd miles out to the forrest via newmarket, me with a 6 man dome tent and a large
backpack and Alix with a backpack and a lot of stuff in her whatsiststhathavearealnamebutIcan'trememberit
thingos wot go over the back thingo of a bike and carry stuff.
We set up camp, burnt some dead pig, fell over from exhaustion (and a little chemical enhancement for me),
woke up, burnt some more dead pig, packed up and cycled home.
60odd miles isn't too bad in a couple of days when laden down.
I went to the blues jam which died when one of the amps blew.
Now it's late and I should feel tired but even though I smoke like a chimney and drink like a fish I was
never out of breath then entire ride. I am a bit saddle-sore however.
If only life was just about cooking dead thing over an open fire and relaxing...
I went to have breakfast with my good mates Mexican Andy, Neil ( Pops ), and Eddie ( Rock'n'Fuckin'Roll ).
Met up with Alix down at the Regal after we'd got a full english breakfast and a couple of pints down us.
We went next door to a camping shop and bought an electric bed inflator thingumebob. a couple of octopus
straps (bungi straps? whatever) and some general tie type things. I then went and bought a military fold-
down shovel then got home to start packing for the trip up to thetford forrest.
So we cycled the 32odd miles out to the forrest via newmarket, me with a 6 man dome tent and a large
backpack and Alix with a backpack and a lot of stuff in her whatsiststhathavearealnamebutIcan'trememberit
thingos wot go over the back thingo of a bike and carry stuff.
We set up camp, burnt some dead pig, fell over from exhaustion (and a little chemical enhancement for me),
woke up, burnt some more dead pig, packed up and cycled home.
60odd miles isn't too bad in a couple of days when laden down.
I went to the blues jam which died when one of the amps blew.
Now it's late and I should feel tired but even though I smoke like a chimney and drink like a fish I was
never out of breath then entire ride. I am a bit saddle-sore however.
If only life was just about cooking dead thing over an open fire and relaxing...