Celebration

Now that the Colonel has joined us on our voyage through time and space (first posting to appear shortly) I thought it would be a good time for a traditional Scottish celebration, so we purchased five bottles of White lightning and went to a bus-shelter to get drunk. The lads soon got into the swing a' things and Jane remarked: "I've never seen a bus-shelter so happily situated; I like it very well indeed!". Some time later a red double-decker rolled up to which seemed to be full of some rather confused second rate actors - we soon realised that somehow we'd ended up on the set of Summer Holiday. Cliff Richard jumped out inquired as to "what the f**k are you doing here?". At this point Jane declared herself to be "vexed" and gave Cliff what we like to call a Glasgow kiss. Things could have turned nasty but thanks to a well aimed bargain bucket from the Colonel and his threatening looking assistant we managed to stagger back to the office.

On the way back we stopped off in 1984 so I could buy a walkman to listen to my "Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy" tapes. If you haven't seen the film yet then you really ought to.