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Post by Hobhead on Feb 19, 2017 19:44:46 GMT
One thing I can now tell you about Scotland is that everything is fucking miles away from everything else.
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Post by Attentive Onlooker on Feb 19, 2017 20:13:54 GMT
One thing I can now tell you about Scotland is that everything is fucking miles away from everything else. Surprised you get mobile coverage.
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Post by Hobhead on Feb 19, 2017 20:19:22 GMT
Camp site wifi. £40 a fucking night though, robbing Jock bastards.
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Post by northernmonkey on Feb 19, 2017 21:51:00 GMT
Camp site wifi. £40 a fucking night though, robbing Jock bastards. Expensive that for WiFi
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Post by Hobhead on Feb 19, 2017 21:56:30 GMT
Camp site wifi. £40 a fucking night though, robbing Jock bastards. Expensive that for WiFi You're telling me. I mean there's bogs, washers/dryers, showers, play areas, red squirrels and the odd MILF knocking about but I feel thoroughly violated.
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Scotland.
Feb 19, 2017 22:08:38 GMT
via mobile
Post by Attentive Onlooker on Feb 19, 2017 22:08:38 GMT
You're telling me. I mean there's bogs, washers/dryers, showers, play areas, red squirrels and the odd MILF knocking about but I feel thoroughly violated. Are you more excited about the red squirrels or the milfs?
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Post by Hobhead on Feb 19, 2017 22:12:12 GMT
You're telling me. I mean there's bogs, washers/dryers, showers, play areas, red squirrels and the odd MILF knocking about but I feel thoroughly violated. Are you more excited about the red squirrels or the milfs? MILFs are ten a penny...
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Post by Hobhead on Feb 21, 2017 19:44:07 GMT
Back in England now. Ditched all my Scottish money at ASDA. I'm at a campsite which seems to be ronker heaven. It has a 'bar and grill' which is swarming with some vile little brats who seem very quick to resort to violence. The pool tables have four cues between them and the tips have been lifted from three. One of the mums (some fat, hard-faced cow) had no qualms about continually staring at me and neither meeting her gaze for several seconds nor hamily looking at the wall behind me several times seemed to deter her. It was approaching the enquiry-as-to-what-her-fucking-problem-was stage as she left.
What an amazing shithole and a strange look into another world of how hopeless and feckless, sweaty morons take their buck-toothed, ill-disciplined children and battered wives with bad complexions to 'enjoy' their free time. Personally I'd rather eat bellend Brie and dogshit pâté served on biscuits made entirely of reformed shedding from Andy Fordham's athlete's foot than come here again but each to their own I suppose.
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Post by Neshead on Feb 21, 2017 19:50:19 GMT
Back in England now. Ditched all my Scottish money at ASDA. I'm at a campsite which seems to be ronker heaven. It has a 'bar and grill' which is swarming with some vile little brats who seem very quick to resort to violence. The pool tables have four cues between them and the tips have been lifted from three. One of the mums (some fat, hard-faced cow) had no qualms about continually staring at me and neither meeting her gaze for several seconds nor hamily looking at the wall behind me several times seemed to deter her. It was approaching the enquiry-as-to-what-her-fucking-problem-was stage as she left. What an amazing shithole and a strange look into another world of how hopeless and feckless, sweaty morons take their buck-toothed, ill-disciplined children and battered wives with bad complexions to 'enjoy' their free time. Personally I'd rather eat bellend Brie and dogshit pâté served on biscuits made entirely of reformed shedding from Andy Fordham's athlete's foot than come here again but each to their own I suppose. Sounds like Holme Wood.
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Post by Hobhead on Feb 21, 2017 19:54:20 GMT
Back in England now. Ditched all my Scottish money at ASDA. I'm at a campsite which seems to be ronker heaven. It has a 'bar and grill' which is swarming with some vile little brats who seem very quick to resort to violence. The pool tables have four cues between them and the tips have been lifted from three. One of the mums (some fat, hard-faced cow) had no qualms about continually staring at me and neither meeting her gaze for several seconds nor hamily looking at the wall behind me several times seemed to deter her. It was approaching the enquiry-as-to-what-her-fucking-problem-was stage as she left. What an amazing shithole and a strange look into another world of how hopeless and feckless, sweaty morons take their buck-toothed, ill-disciplined children and battered wives with bad complexions to 'enjoy' their free time. Personally I'd rather eat bellend Brie and dogshit pâté served on biscuits made entirely of reformed shedding from Andy Fordham's athlete's foot than come here again but each to their own I suppose. Sounds like Holme Wood. It's not in that league but you're in the right ball park. I forgot to mention that I had Hunter's Chicken so am expecting an ill-timed brown magma ejection at some inopportune hour of the night. And I bunged the Geordie waitress a fiver and didn't get blown. What's happened to customer service these days?
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Post by Hobhead on Feb 21, 2017 19:55:23 GMT
Whitby tomorrow. Visiting the Barbour factory shop on the way down - see if I can make a few quid on eBay.
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Post by Neshead on Feb 21, 2017 20:54:11 GMT
Whitby tomorrow. Visiting the Barbour factory shop on the way down - see if I can make a few quid on eBay. Hobbers living the dream.............
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Post by Hobhead on Feb 21, 2017 20:55:48 GMT
Whitby tomorrow. Visiting the Barbour factory shop on the way down - see if I can make a few quid on eBay. Hobbers living the dream............. Always an angle. Always a scam. This time next year etc etc.
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Scotland.
Feb 21, 2017 20:57:11 GMT
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Post by Attentive Onlooker on Feb 21, 2017 20:57:11 GMT
Back in England now. Ditched all my Scottish money at ASDA. I'm at a campsite which seems to be ronker heaven. It has a 'bar and grill' which is swarming with some vile little brats who seem very quick to resort to violence. The pool tables have four cues between them and the tips have been lifted from three. One of the mums (some fat, hard-faced cow) had no qualms about continually staring at me and neither meeting her gaze for several seconds nor hamily looking at the wall behind me several times seemed to deter her. It was approaching the enquiry-as-to-what-her-fucking-problem-was stage as she left. What an amazing shithole and a strange look into another world of how hopeless and feckless, sweaty morons take their buck-toothed, ill-disciplined children and battered wives with bad complexions to 'enjoy' their free time. Personally I'd rather eat bellend Brie and dogshit pâté served on biscuits made entirely of reformed shedding from Andy Fordham's athlete's foot than come here again but each to their own I suppose. Scotland not that good then?
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Post by Neshead on Feb 21, 2017 21:02:56 GMT
Whitby tomorrow. Visiting the Barbour factory shop on the way down - see if I can make a few quid on eBay. Don't forget the fish and chips in Whitby. Bloody beautiful.
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Post by Hobhead on Feb 21, 2017 21:03:33 GMT
Back in England now. Ditched all my Scottish money at ASDA. I'm at a campsite which seems to be ronker heaven. It has a 'bar and grill' which is swarming with some vile little brats who seem very quick to resort to violence. The pool tables have four cues between them and the tips have been lifted from three. One of the mums (some fat, hard-faced cow) had no qualms about continually staring at me and neither meeting her gaze for several seconds nor hamily looking at the wall behind me several times seemed to deter her. It was approaching the enquiry-as-to-what-her-fucking-problem-was stage as she left. What an amazing shithole and a strange look into another world of how hopeless and feckless, sweaty morons take their buck-toothed, ill-disciplined children and battered wives with bad complexions to 'enjoy' their free time. Personally I'd rather eat bellend Brie and dogshit pâté served on biscuits made entirely of reformed shedding from Andy Fordham's athlete's foot than come here again but each to their own I suppose. Scotland not that good then? Working way back down slowly. Didn't fancy another six and a half hour drive so splitting it into bite sized pieces. Nowt to fucking do with you, mind.
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Post by Attentive Onlooker on Feb 21, 2017 21:04:49 GMT
Scotland not that good then? Working way back down slowly. Didn't fancy another six and a half hour drive so splitting it into bite sized pieces. Nowt to fucking do with you, mind. That's the Colin in you talking.
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Post by Hobhead on Feb 21, 2017 21:07:13 GMT
Working way back down slowly. Didn't fancy another six and a half hour drive so splitting it into bite sized pieces. Nowt to fucking do with you, mind. That's the Colin in you talking. Bet you've had a few men called Colin in you, eh? Eh? Eh? Boom! Regret tangling with me now don't you?
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Post by Neshead on Feb 21, 2017 21:10:59 GMT
These personal attacks are getting too much, delete my account or summat
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Scotland.
Feb 21, 2017 21:11:16 GMT
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Post by Attentive Onlooker on Feb 21, 2017 21:11:16 GMT
That's the Colin in you talking. Bet you've had a few men called Colin in you, eh? Eh? Eh? Boom! Regret tangling with me now don't you? Now you've slipped into "camp site ronker" mode. This trip has changed you.
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