I expect to see lots of photos of oatcakes.Originally Posted by somtamslap
Thanks in anticipation.
Good thread slap, ya faggit.
I expect to see lots of photos of oatcakes.Originally Posted by somtamslap
Thanks in anticipation.
Good thread slap, ya faggit.
Oh, you will.Originally Posted by withnallstoke
A close mucker of Withnall's is meeting me near Stoke - carnage may ensure.
I see what you did there.Originally Posted by somtamslap
Purloined picture?
Keep pushing those peddles around first few day are the hardest.
Get some Chamois cream.
Chamois cream explained
Chamois cream applicator.
Look at the end, I think that's been used already.
Buckle up, it's gonna be a bumpy ride...Originally Posted by somtamslap
Just 5 more miles, 5 tiny miles more to hit that daily 100! The numbers are starting to rack up; only abouuuuuut 650 miles more, ditch the bike and jog back the other way, then the final swim for the third leg! You're well on your way, Sir Bradley Slaps...Originally Posted by somtamslap
Cycling should be banned!!!
The oatcake debacle will start.
At least Slaps will, hopefully, eat a proper Scottish oatcake. Not a pancake with lumps in that calls itself an oatcake.
edible pottery, awful things.I expect to see lots of photos of oatcakes.
Stopped early today in Chepstow after getting slashed on for 50 miles. Somehow my computer survived.
Day report to follow... it was fucking harrowing, I can tell ye that for fook all.
It's a fookin biscuit made out of porridge, haggis and ginger pubes.Originally Posted by patsycat
Little to report today.
Trip high/lowlights were a traverse of both the Mendips and Bristol city centre in the rain. And of course crossing the Severn Bridge while getting battered by vehement crosswind - really unpleasant stuff. I was looking forward to snapping some pics en route, especially of the bridge (as it's something of a landmark of the trip - finally out of the southwest!) but I could barely see for the rain.
I rolled into Wales expecting to be greeted with some regional close-harmony hits - but all I got was this. News of Ryan Reeves's sex life...
Three miles later I arrived in Chepstow with a dogged resolve that I would not part with one more pedal stroke in this hideous weather...
I checked into the first accommodation I happened upon, and I ate, and ate, and ate... I'm always fucking hungry. And thirsty. Beer time!
You live in fooking Ennerland. WTF do you expect? A pom crying about the rain, whatever next? A Thai moaning about their some tam being too hot?
Least ya coulda taken a picture in the bridge, I'm pretty sure there was no sign saying no photo taking in the rain. Piss poor day report. Expect a red.
Great news about Ryan.
^
Yeah, and where's the photo of Ryan's mum?
And the food looks fokking great, Slap!
Keep going, lad. Not far to go now!
A tip for carb loading in the evening, draught Guinness is great for this.
Keep cranking those peddles round looks wet today but dry for a few days after that.
Are you planing to have a rest day or is it full on masochism for the entire journey.
I'm hoping to get Ryan's mum's number....Originally Posted by klong toey
Nice looking meal, Slap. I'm surprised though, I would have thought you'd have known about it being somewhat damp in England.
Don't worry about this lot, Slaps - you're doing well while they're all relaxing in their comfy beds, hopping on the motorcy for a 5 min ride to the soapy massage happy ending parlour...
Over the bridge now, you've broken the back of the journey.
Now, a bit of advice, in toilets like the one Ryan and his mate's frequent, if you see a hole in the wall, don't: 1) stick anything through it, or 2) touch anything that comes through the hole from the other cubicle...
square plates are so faux islington, what was the grub like?
^ and more to the point, where are the mustard and horseradish?
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