I said a short while ago that years ago when Normog and Yormog got together for some reason unknown to us we got banned from every site . BUT NEVER JUNE AND ME YES ITS TRUE ASK GOD he is unable to work it out also .
We had a w/end in N/yorkshire at Rosedale chimneys a place they used to burn lime etc I think . We arrived pitched our tent and spotted a mate from Normog with his wife over in the corner of the field , the others from both lots had banned him to over 100 + yards away as he snored like a pig and full blast and no one got any sleep on other w/ends . Put your rubber pants on here it goes. BL started to blow up his airbed with a little pump from the mog battery , went to chat to another mate and after a while BOOM the air bed exploded lots of wet pants and eyes from laughter . After BL sorted himself out he got his little meths stove could not get it to work fiddled and fiddled and woosh flames and BL's beard was away and the rest of us ROTFL .
In the late a/noon a mog went past our field spotted us and turned round , the lad was from M/brough was in a hurry home he had just but it together . Oddly he parked next to our tents and we went up the pub that evening . At about 10pm . June and I went back to our tent with a few remarks like we know what you are going to do etc etc.
A great nights sleep for us but one M. was a butcher he was throwing a right old paddy . He had brought a load of his best smoked bacon and a fox had sneaked into his tent in the night and nicked all of it . But left the plain stuff . M. had invented words I never knew . Everyone again in stitches .
We had to get off the site due to a bust up while We slept . The others had a few pints rolled out of the pub down the bank and the farmer had locked the gate . Hence the lad from M/brough was stuck almost m/night 6 hours late and still an hour from home no mobiles them days . They went to the farmers door to ask him to open his gate . He was not a happy chap so they told me and hell broke out . D AND B walked back to there tents B and D got the tools out of there mogs and removed the gate then threw it in a field and went to there tents to sleep. We where woken that m/ing and told we had to leave by D. So its up and pack . On going up the very very steep bank to the top who did I spot but a great pal and his wife. The nicest lad I have ever met in the mog club and he was stuck no water in his old mog rad. I parked my mog and told him I was going for a few gallon off the farmer .To be told off M you have not a chance John. I jumped in my mog with June and off stopped outside the farmer house and knocked on the door kept my grin and started the patter for 2 gallon of water . He had not a clue as he asked was I with that MG lot . I told him not to be so rude we are of a better class we are Morgan owners. He gave me 2 1 gallon containers and showed me where the taps was. I filled them up and off . M sitting in his mog . When we arrived I got "how did you do that" as I handed 2 full 1 gallon containers . I replied "A Geordie cheeky grin on my face mate" . Maybe I should change from Jack the lad it does not fit my shy image at all.
