Indeed!
I'll be 'camping' with the Good 'Ole Liverpoo-el boys, and am not half looking forward to it. Mainly because I'll be driving down this year, and therefore should be able to avoid any unpleasantness in the toilet area. Or at least the degree of unpleasantness should at least be a tad attenuated. A debatable bonus is that my unguent payload will be a fraction of last years (mind you I'll never forget the look on my GPs face when I dropped my well worn and trusty drawers to seek some professional advice on my return, - the poor doc jumped up, pinned his back to the wall and I can still hear his words ringing in my ears "Dear God, it's alive!!" ). I think Mark overdid the amino acids in the final application. It was a while before I ran for a bus...
It'll also be a back to basics job this year, with the young H junior as my co pilot in a bonding and drinking weekend, arriving Friday afternoon, and back on the Monday. He can out sleep me, but whether or not he can out drink me, only time will tell. And hopefully somebody else.
At least I hope I'm driving down, the Jag's been on the ventilator in intensive care for over a week now, and is still refusing medication and MOT certificates. Two spring hanger boxes, taken with a little water and gas should see a recovery, I hope. It's been a painful one this year, - see, that's what happens when you don't drive 'em.
Deep Heat? that's for beginners, remember Fiery Jack!! (sh*t, back onto unguents again...)
H
