00:00 - 00:03 | All legions have gathered for the Dads and Lads 2015 Invasion |
00:04 - 00:05 | Neil we will be expecting a plan A, B and C in case of rain |
00:05 - 00:07 | We'd like to avoid Keswick it full of of Cumbrian batty boys |
00:08 - 00:12 | And we may lose Bri looking for a Wifi Facebook connection |
00:12 - 00:15 | Will yours and MacDades knee hold up |
00:17 - 00:19 | Dont worry we will bypass and advance into Kirkstone Pass |
00:19 - 00:21 | As long as we have proper tents i am happy |
00:24 - 00:26 | Neil |
00:27 - 00:28 | Hunter |
00:31 - 00:33 | Hunter has brought his inflatable tent again |
00:34 - 00:36 | and Mercer is set in the camping chair for the weekend |
00:53 - 00:58 | All out ! Jo, Lou, Sam and Niall stay |
01:13 - 01:15 | A fecking inflatable tent |
01:15 - 01:17 | And who the fuck has left Mercer in charge of the red-wine in camp |
01:18 - 01:23 | What will Bill say - Soft toilet roll , pop up tents, and fecking GLAMPING |
01:25 - 01:28 | He'll be laughing all the way back to Scotland |
01:29 - 01:31 | Wait till the rest of the brigade finds out that standards are dropping |
01:31 - 01:34 | Connor's expecting a champagne reception every bitching year now |
01:34 - 01:37 | Sophisticated get wont even accept Prosecco |
01:37 - 01:40 | It was white-lightening when i was a lad - and i was happy with that |
01:40 - 01:42 | Neil, Can we play the coin in the glass game again |
01:42 - 01:46 | Joe, another coin in a a fine pint of Jennings and you will sleep with the fishes |
01:46 - 01:48 | What about a card game of Jacks with MacDade dealing |
01:48 - 01:55 | 4 Jacks in row, my hand was never out of my fucking wallet that night, thanks to a certain North of the Border clever shite |
01:55 - 01:58 | Name it, Pay for it, Go For It, Drink it Phhhhh |
01:56 - 01:57 | Our Sam and Joe on my hard earned |
01:57 - 02:00 | like feeding strawberrys to swine its was !!! |
02:00 - 02:03 | And then had to carry them home and roll them into the tent |
02:04 - 02:08 | At least the crows weren't eating the purple vomit, like the year Mercer 'stained the site' |
02:08 - 02:13 | And as for egg-club there was fecking family glory to be had |
02:14 - 02:16 | I nearly had it in my grasp |
02:17 - 02:21 | And up steps Alex Riley, a mountain of man and an arm like a slingshot |
02:27 - 02:29 | Fucking 350 yard egg throw with his wrong hand -Unheard of !!!! |
02:30 - 02:34 | and his bastard team mate caught it in the failing light of dusk |
02:34 - 02:36 | unbroken !!!!! |
02:41 - 02:43 | Its Impossible, us Hurst's had in the bag |
02:44 - 02:47 | He must have hard boiled it the cheating twat |
02:48 - 02:53 | And the Japanese capturing the family humiliation on camcorders |
02:54 - 02:56 | Silverware is my middle name !!!! |
02:56 - 02:59 | Next year its back to basics - Minimal, Bear Grylls, Hardcore |
03:00 - 03:02 | No Andrex - shitting in carrier bags !!! |
03:04 - 03:07 | You can still have a normal poo though |
03:14 - 03:16 | Its time to re-group, time to reflect |
03:19 - 03:23 | Punters falling of mountains and wanting a game of pitch-&-put in Keswick Park |
03:25 - 03:26 | No Facebook for Bri |
03:31 - 03:34 | No Pump up, or Pop up Tents - including Woody |
03:40 - 03:46 | Mercer doing something worthwhile round camp |
03:46 - 03:49 | Instead of pussying around tidying up the Sunday papers |
03:53 - 03:56 | Say nowt to Wood or McDade they will have my life |