Self Preservation Society Tour 2016...... Day 1
"For England and St George, cry ........OI OI"
Woke at home having fallen asleep at roughly 02:00, due to being like a 7 year old at Christmas. despite not having had my mandatory 12 hours schlaff, I felt just a little bit excited that the day had finally arrived.
Got up and tried to figure how I was going to kill 12 hours until my train to London? being a 'domestic God' seemed to be the answer. All kinds of jobs were completed in the house. I helped Andrea find my iPod (which contained all the England songs purchased over the last couple of weeks), after she cunningly hid it in my backpack, in the secret slot she must have cut into the lining, which prevented my finding it the 5 times I thoroughly searched it!
Caught the 18:31 (@ 19:00!!) train from Cov to Euston and was 'treated' to observing to a guy who was sat in the middle of everyone waiting and was engrossed in picking his nose; he was so engrossed in fact, that he had failed to notice that he was picking his nose... in full view of everyone. Even I was impressed with his full on "get it right up there!" tactics which came complete with 'rolling bogies between fingers' and 'intense close up viewing'. His face was a picture though when he eventually realised he had about 150 people watching him.
Arrived at the Union Jack club, dropped bags and conducted a recce of the location where myself and Jon Parker (hence forth to be referred to as 'Parker Jon' ) will collect our camper van (which from now on is to be called :-.... 'chuckle wagon, chuckle bus, hotrod, Excalibur, champion the wonder van, trigger, bastard thing, mystery machine, RAC magnet' or 'not fookin again!'... depending on the situation at the time).
Wrote blog and stared out of the window (see pic),
C'MON YOU ENGLISH BOYS!!!!!!!!!!