After a fairly uneventful trip out - some of us actually slept and left Harbour Wallbanger with a large tray of pints in the bar - we arrived at the site nice and early and The Chicken played on the grass. We proceeded to annoy the crew again by not having booked, but even Auntie Brass (eventually) fell off the edge - and was lectured all the way down by the attached Major Clanger on how much fun it all was. We were told it was Bungy Jumping, not Bungy Flopping, but 98kilos of Dunk (up to the waist) proved us right. The weather was lovely and sunny, so we headed off to a hypermarket and then the beach, at which point it rained so we headed for our hotel to eat and drink.
Some time later...
The sun came out again, so Major Clanger drove us to the beach for a
game of football. Well, a game with a football at least. Well, we had a
football and
it got
kicked sometimes...
Then The Chicken proved true to form and insisted it was time for a
swim
(if lake Geneva is warm enough in November, then the Channel in October
must be too!). TIC and HW went in to pose for a photo with beer in hand,
but were about to be put through the most frightening experience of the
weekend - have you seen The Life of Brian? You know the bit with the
bearded Hermit chap and his Juniper bushes? Well, enter
NAKED BEARDIE
BELGIAN BLOKE! There was definate running for lives involved - HW
managed to survive a full tilt dive beneath the waves without spilling
his beer...and in the end
NBBB was
stopped by a rather sharp rock
and left a blood trail back to the hotel.
Some time later...
There was beer, wine and pizza. More beer, pool and table football. Then
someone thought it would be a good idea to go and get a new flag. Then
HW thought it would be a good idea to balance along a pipe from the
Harbour Wall to a jetty. This was not the worst idea he had that night.
Throwing himself off the pipe, slam-diving into the harbour wall and
bouncing into Cherbourg Harbour might have been...
Of course, TIC then had to show how to do it properly, and got away with
wet knees and a ripped shirt. Once again a red trail led back to the
hotel.
As I said...we are all still alive, but won't be going back to the hotel until the red carpet has been cleaned (oops).
