The Cobham Cup Weekend

There are many headlines that I could use for the Weekend. Chris Plays his Cards right :D Radio Face :D Nose Bleed :D Power Naps. Pick 'N' Mix King. Burying My Head in the sand. All of those are very good but I am going to go for WHITBY COOKS ON CALOR GAS.

DAY 1

Saturday morning started bright and early in the searing heat and some brightly coloured bibs. I was doing what I was born to do and directing traffic. I could be in diversity with my skills and there were no collisions or accidents. Job well done. I was then promoted to the Tuck shop with glamorous assistant and the latest Rousell to meet Charley. Ken was in a particularly jolly mood over the weekend but the grumpier he is the funnier he is so it didn't bother me at all. Now what happened next was a moment to savor. Something to treasure forever. I finally cooked on Calor Gas. I strip of bacon and the great moment was all caught on camera (THE VIDEO WONT UPLOAD BUT FEAR NOT READERS THE ROOSTAR WILL FIND A WAY). In Cobham Cup car park round 2 there was a scuffle. But cometh the moment. Cometh the man Nigel Rousell saves the day. A little kid swore at another boy so Nige told him to shut up so the boy got his dad who started on Nige but he stood firm. Then man walked off.



The day turned into a lie on the inflatable and get burnt but it was good. Just as we were leaving my nose bled and bled everywhere. For no reason. On the way home with the Rideouts I just got it to stop when Mark launched the car over a bridge, I banged my head on the side panels and my nose was bleeding again. Then I rushed home to get ready to go the Brookwood and Palmer and I made our way down. Emily then went and left me a parting gift that I am still not thankful for :(. Anyway I went home at Half 11 and was so hot that I couldn't sleep so I was on msn until late. Bad Idea

Day 2

Cobham Cup day 2 and it was the younger ones. My Alarm went off at 7 but I couldn't get up. Late night msn was a bad idea. Anyway I made my way towards the Rideout and I got down the road when I saw Mrs Rideout driving off. With my last bit of energy I caught them up and made my way to Cobham. I was like a zombie all morning. I had some grumpy bitch trying to go through the wrong gate and then moaning when I told her not to go through the gate. I chased a boy across a field. Nearly got run over by a especially foul mooded Ken while I was showing a Spanish Lady round and my hair was particularly shit. I had no energy left and went into the Leonard' Caravan behind the BBQ and slept. 30mins later I was woken up by Mark Knight. I was still shattered but carried on going until I was shattered again and went back to bed until 45mins later I was woken up by the evergreen Ken Reed banging on the door and Nigel coming in telling me everyone had gone. Nobody had gone and it was only 2 o'clock but I was refreshed and got my second wind. I cooked on Calor Gas again and then Pete gave me the glamorous job of clearing out the paint pots. Joy! Little did I know they were mouldy, Stinky and rotten. So I assembled a crack team of Mini Petters, Medium Petters and Roostar. Then we were told to get rid of some boxes but there was some good stuff in there so we took some DVDS home and that was that.

Congrats are in order for Chris Rousell. Your in son. You got her number. There is a opening and you got to exploit it now. Chris you played your cards right with the Ref.

Looking back over the past two days I have spent 20hours with Chris, Charley, Nigel, Tracey and Mark as well as about 15hours with The chipper one himself Mr Ken Reed and the PSR Lot.

JD

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*CHARLEY ROUSELL*