"My head hurts!"- comes the moans in the direction of HHJJ and Milky's tent. I wonder which one of them said that!
Unzipping the tent to let in streaming sunshine, a beautiful day lies ahead.
Got dressed and popped out of said tent to star on breakfast, I have a tiny little blue calor gas thing and it is about to feed the five thousand, coffee is made and HHJJ asks for a cup- I think he needs it - "Pass Dave this will you Gordon..."
About ten minutes later- Dave -"Wheres my coffee?" Gordon the mischeivous rascal had intercepted the poor fellas drink, he shall be my assistant chef for his sins.
Another little burner is aquired and thank to some sache's of brown sauce from the Mcnamara tent,were in bussiness. Gor says we should charge and so sell Bacon butties at the knockdown price of £3 each (a bargain at festival prices)
Whilst eating HHJJ seems a little rushed to get away- he's undone all the tent pegs of his detatched house size tent and is packing things by the car allready!
Soon all is packed away and the rubbish cleared from the quarry and the camp site. Time to hit the road, Steve Mild and the HHJJ TM Abbiss Milky and co car are going to a surf beach for a bit of a paddle but everyone else is for the off, except one Danny bloke who hasn't got a lift! Poor fella, If he started hitching then he might have made it home by the time I post this up.
Went to beach for tea and scones without the scones (sorry milky) watched the surf dudes doing their curly permed thing in the waves and then made for the big off. 200 miles is a long way when your all squashed into a car. Bodmin Moor Exeter Dartmoor all beautiful countryside to be seen, long but at least its a nice veiw. "GARY STOP THE CAR!!!" The fun and merriment of the night before has eventualy taken its toll on poor HHJJ, tastefully re-decorating the Devon countryside with a hint of regurgitated Red. - nice. We all manage to get a few snaps of the chap in action including some on his own camera. (see snaps section v.soon). Milky force feeds hiim a whole pack of mints before we let him back in the car, and then were off again.
Traffic is getting heavier as we get nearer to London and by now were all in need of somewhere to stretch our legs. Gary's hair starts to grow at an alarming rate and Milky starts speaking in strange tongues, Aaaah Stonehenge man, yeah like cool man, lets pay homage to the stones, cooool feel chilled man, grooovey.
Then back in the car for the final leg, hairs tongues etc returned to nomal vibe. Its now aproaching 6pm and we are nearly at HHJJ's.
As we drop him off we (Gary and Milky) decide we should stakeout Daves house to see the reason for his need to be home at 6 O clock. I've only got a camera in hand by chance. After a few minutes a young lady walks by looking a little lost. I call HHJJ "Is she there yet Dave?"- "No she's lost I think."- "Never mind I'll get off the phone in case she calls, tada"
Right thats her, "Are you looking for Dave Geurin?"
Quickly we bundle the unsuspecting lady into the car and take her to Daves- just to help her out of course. I'm glad she has a sense of humour!
Finally into London via Milky's and home. |
