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Rivetting weekend, to say the least..!!...but apart from his obvious sneaky and trashy deceit...do you think he was otherwise a bad guy??...what was he like to be with?...you certainly couldn't have taken an instant dislike to him??...in other words, if he hadn't been cheating, would you have liked him??

.....the poor old pimple-ass...

Not sure
he is--was too materialistic im more spiritualist...cant really live in that material world.......with all that branded clothes and things like that...i want to walk bare foot if i feel so
he is--was really cold and serios and im not....
he can comunicate and say some things only on chat and not in real face to face

Dont think would work that

Oh ok...pity you couldn't suss that out before you decided to go...but that's an interesting point you make...that someone can be a firecracker online....and dead-boring in Real Life...innit??...

Im off to sleep need to drive tomorrow

Sleep tight Marki!..

So, are well ready?

Is this show on the road yet?

Obviously not, need a snowmobile driver

Smoky and Dragon, slurp their plonk, Phoenix is playing Johnny Cash on Henrietta, and the bus engine roars into life...

The cold night in Switzerland leaves a stream of ice on the windshield and Weddie, warms the windscreen for a few moments, whilst Conrad adjusts the maps.

The bean bags are full, Dragon, slurping, rummaging through bags looking for chocoalte, Smoky is puffing away on her roll up and Mike is busy ensuring that all are on board, clicking his clipboard, with an impatient tap of his Mont Blanc pen. Mike smiles at his wife, Andreea, she looks at him, with a look that only two lovers can understand, Gozo, ensures all the mechanics are in order, and the bus lurches forward into the dark night..

The plastic cups are handed around, wine corks are heard to popping, laughter fills the air, groups form, Malta is here in full force, Spain is well supported, the rest of Europe fill up the bus rather more in dribs and drabs...

´We are off´ shouts Weddie, over his shoulder. HIs announcement was greeted with ´hurrahs´and claps from the party slumped, sat, a mass of arms, legs, assembled on the floor and seats of the bus...

´Where to?´Shouts Lago, arranging himself so he can look at Immanuelle, in her beautiful flowing dress, draped with a stole over her shoulders?

Conrad, ever, the organiser and map reading expert, states, we will be driving through Switzerland, to the South and over the border to......

C. RONAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALDO!



Thanks for the attention

Hey, fantastic! I fell asleep too early tonight and just woke up to find this trip happening ........ Where we going? South of Switzerland? ..... Wots there? .... Italy? Think I`ll just continue sleeping till we get past that ..... got enough shoes.

I just whipped out the paint and did a quick deco job on the outside of the bus ..... I just Luuurve the Rasta colours, so hope you all dont mind the red/green/yellow stripes .... Lago can add the details later ....... I think that when you try to look respectable the customs guys get suspicious, so if we look like a travelling Ganja circus they`ll just think we`re nuts and wave us thru without wasting our time......

Weddie, is driving, I have been out for dinner, I thought this was all sorted out.

Weddie, is at the wheel and we are awaiting the next instalment.

Aha, could you just add to the story, Conrad has the maps, Weddie is driving and you are slurping wine with Dragon,

Conrad?

Where are we going? South to Germany?

Cris, you are in the back on the bean bags, now, I have begun the story, will one of you please continue...

What?

I just had some chips and DRINKS at a friend's. Tomorrow i'm to go get my friend at the aeroport, 6a.m. Gotta go sleep honey, really!

You continue the story well ya?

Can i be the blonde cook..

Sommer --- What a gal! - yervdoneitagain---- Can I be the Driver (shrink on the side) - just love to drive - no road maps - aaand being from Oz - well lets put it this way ive been living in my town all my life - aaand ,i still dont know where Im going

Oh okay then ... South to Germany.... South? to Germany ... Oh well, not serious where we going as long as we get there I reckon.

Okay, so Weddy is driving, and Conrad has the maps.

Wedy: "Oooooooohhhhh Soilo Miiiiillllloooo!"

Conrad: "Shut UP, I`m trying to read the maps! We gotta go SOUTH to Germany - are we going South?"

Wedy: "AAaaahhhhh the Yellow Rose of Texaaaaaas ... that Ahhhm a goin`tah seeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!"

Conrad: "Can anyone get this old git to shut-up?! I`m needing some help up front here!!! You guys in the back! Can anyone else drive this bus?!

Wedy: "Weeeeee awl live in a Yeellllllooowww Submarine, a Yellow Submarine, a Yellow submarine!!!"

Conrad clutches his head is despair and desperation, he is not happy about having to read maps when his driver has this glazed crazed look in his eyes and keeps singing laryngirical songs that change after every verse, and the rest of the crowd in the back are getting deeply into the plonk and taking no notice of his cries of desperation ......

Smoky leans over his shoulder blowing smoke into his earhole and whispers in her best imitation of Marlene Dietrich "Here Darl, have a drag of this ..... it will calm you down" .........

Fuck! I think I missed the bus ( must read All the htreads )tone down on the excitement

Nein, you did not miss the bus Cuspo ... you are on top of it .... with Mano (I think). We had to get two Emperor Thrones mounted up there for you guys. Well, there was only one to begin with and then when we decided you were our Spiritual Leader we decided you had to be up above the common herd, but we also cut a hole in the roof and put in one of those firemans poles so you could slide down whenever you felt the need to join in the festivities or to impart some words of wisdom to those about to indulge in folly .........

bloody hell - spiritual leader aka resident shrink - mmmh could be interesting
btw Ive loaded the storage compartment with numeros cases of sparkling Shiraz during this pit stop