Just like you didnt me, despite the fact that I was dodging bombs and terrorist atrocities in Central London in the early hours of friday morning with nary a thought to my own safety!
And Im as English as they come!
I acheived that no problem! Sometimes it was two or three!
Happy days as you say. Look forward to making a comeback on the odd occassion in due course.
Paradice City as described by Guns and Poses in the enjoyable dance track called 'Paradice City' sounded quite nice. So why Mr Rose wanted to be taken home after extolling the virtures of the City, I have no idea?!
Alternatively Chocolate City as described by George Clintons Houses of...
Pah! Lightweight! I and my two colleagues used to try to drink in every pub in Sussex, every home game!
It was only when gout and mental illness got the better of me that I had to give up. Oh, that and dreadful bowel problems.
The Coopers Arms Public House, Coopers Lane, Crowborough has got a decent site, with fantastic views of The Ashdown Forest. They serve up a decent pint an all. Grubs good as well.
You dont have to book just turn up with your wagon and whatever tent or caravan youve got and away you go.
When you have packed your backpack (which has to be the size of a house) with all of your alternative clothes and the packed lunches that mumsy has made you and strapped it to your back, on no account take it off.
When you get on a train or bus dont take it off and carry it in front of you...
Bruce Dickinson does. Why dont you contact him, Im sure he would have them off you. Mind you he might be titting about with antiques that day and not be able to make it.
'Down, down deeper and down..'