Now THAT was a bloody loooooong way to drive....just there, let alone back as well!!!
Getting there was a loooong way...getting back was virtually infinity!!!!
'I close my eye's and count to ten'.....Tracey Ullman...oh dear Dinners...wakey wakey!!!!
I attended the wedding of 'Shoe' and 'Vespa' aka Shoe Shine (Neil...not THIS Neil I hasten to add) and Sue.
I learnt a valuable lesson.
Never attend a wedding/disco in a part of England that has always been 'alien' to you because you won't have a bloody clue what anyone is saying.
'Yer canny mon'
Lesson Two. Attend regardless of Lesson 1 as you'll have a ball!!!
'Yer canny mon' apparently means, in some semblence of English, 'We like you'.
An extraordinary weekend seeing two people marry because they love each other.
A cracking reception tied into a 'scooter rally'. The company of my adopted baby brother Barnsley Sime being a lovely bonus.
The booze flowed, Dinners got insanely drunk for two nights and....woke up in a tent in the field of a rugby club called Bishop Auckland having no idea why he was in a tent or why he was in the field of a rugby club.
Now if that doesn't make a good time I don't know what does.
Fuck me sideways. How I have made 53 is a mystery to not only me, but, quite conceivably, medical science.
I love the MAKEMS and, perhaps, slightly worryingly, the MAKEMS seem to love me.
I'm MINT I am.....I'm CANNY I am...The MAKEMS said so....so there!!!!!
MAKEMS are, frankly, beautiful people.
I know. I was looked after by them.
Shoe Shine? Vespa? Trev? Gavin? Tush et al.
You are THE BUSINESS.
Later's and let's be careful out there eh?