Angelica & OAJJ’s shared passion

  Amidst all the excitement of booking the Las Vegas scooter rally for next year, the forthcoming rally at Cleethorpes had paled into insignificance by comparison but as the sun shone brightly through the windows of Cloppa Castle at 5:20am on Friday morning all thoughts were trained on getting myself sorted for a weekend of fun and frivolity. Silly o’clock messages were duly sent with all good intentions but 1 of the replies (too rude to mention) gave me the impression that some people actually sleep the night before a rally (how strange!!). I arrived at sunny cleethorpes (thanks Dell) at 5.30 in the afternoon some 10 minutes or so behind my hosts Shh..Davey. There were quite a few scoots buzzing around and the campsite only had a sprinkling of tents erected on it but my destination was an 8 berth luxury palace yon side of pleasure island. Shh..Davey were spending the week there and offered me 5 star treatment for the weekend and why not thought I (would be churlish to refuse). After copious amounts of caffeine a sossij sarnie and a visit from Pinky and Perky aka AVT we headed off to the campsite to meet up with the shoe people who had arrived around 6.00pm.

 Town was a beckoning so we headed straight to Bootleggers which was the main pub for live entertainment for the weekend in more ways than one which shall become clear later. Once there we were greeted by Hayden, Paula, hippy and little Paula who had started drinking some 2 hours earlier (some people are so impatient). With it being such a nice warm evening we decided to stay outside the pub on the street or was it too packed to get in? Either way we dint see the band but they dint sound bad from outside. There must have been close to 200 or so scooterists in and around the pub and the atmosphere was brill with the usual rally tunes blurring out into the street. Me and Davey made the mistake of making plans (that’s why we only do thingy’s) to go to the do but as usual they dint materialise and we stayed at the bootleggers all night. I got into a long conversation with Dell aka the ii sun god on the lack of effort he seems to be putting in for us as we strive to get some kind of summer this year and he duly promised to rectify the situation ASAP. As the evening wore on Mr Bean insisted on telling us lots of useless information about various things before Shh piped up about rabbits which had everyone even passers by in fits of laughter (but we’ll leave it there eh Shh) lol. Cad popped over to say hello and as he crossed the street when leaving mr Bean re-named him the great suprendo on account that he his spiting image of the great magician lol. The pub finally closed around midnight so myself, Shh..Davey and the shoe people crossed the road for a game of Pepi’s Bingo in which we all strangely enough won catbab and chips before finishing the night off with more drinks at Shh..Daveys palace finally getting to my pit at 3.30.

 The cockeral crowed at 6.20am actually it was Molly demanding milk so Shh got up and sorted molly out and I made coffee. Shh then shown off her culinary skills and produced a plate of very

Professionally cooked toast but only after Davey had shown her how to light the grill because Shh couldn’t get it to light….something about turning on the oven but trying to the light the grill lol…We then got ready and set off to the camp site to see who was about. En route I had a natter with the hornets before bumping into Dunny, Billy, Caroline and Dawsey aka sezloads who had camped alongside the shoe people in a mini ii village. We then made our way to the custom show and parts fair that was taking place at the winter gardens where we bumped into BigN who had travelled down for the day. Davey purchased some baby docs for Megan which look absolutely brill on her little feet (god help the garden gate when she gets home) before we set off on a mile hike to the chippy for lunch. Think he’s trying to get me fit for all the walking im gonna have to do in Vegas whoooo hoooooo \o/\o/\o/\o/ once in the chippy total mayhem reigned but fun was had by all including mrBean who donned a mask and pretended to be the lone ranger. Henners walked in with his club and after a little natter we headed off on the mile or so trek back up the sea front whilst the kids went on the beach and the donkeys. Monty decided it would be fun to be rude to Shh not a wise move when your 4 ft 5in tall and without any effort what so ever he felt the wrath of Shh’s back hand round his tab. Twas so funny and summat monty was’nt expecting but it drew cries of laughter from all that seen it. At that point the heavens opened and brought an end to the afternoons proceedings so it was time to head back to the luxury of the palace to rest and recuperate for the night times festivities. Then I seen a first on a rally… Shh actually got the vacuum cleaner out and started hoovering weird or what.

 We started off the evenings drinking at the Wello just up from the site which was bustling with scooterists including Dunny, Sezloads, Billy, Caroline and the shoe people to name a few but we were greeted by the sad news on our arrival that Donna from Burton had passed away at 4 o’clock that afternoon (may she rest in peace). Later on angelica standing in as no1 in T’s absence decided we were to head off to the Bootleggers (well she is Angel of all) and a very able deputy she proved to be anall. (Before I’m inundated with emails regarding Angelicas credentials she did text T’ who authorised it, ok, lol). Bootleggers wasn’t that packed as many had headed off to the do but we still had fun chatting to Andy H, Fiona, Hippy, Paula and Tara who’d decided to put in a guest appearance after travelling over from the punk festival at Morecambe, drinking and dancing to the tunes that were again blasting out into the street by Tony 1 shirt with all the best entertainment being shown live outside the pub next door. Bootleggers was rammed full of scooterists all weekend and not a punch was thrown and the bouncers probably had the easiest 2 days they will ever have on the door, but next door every 10 minutes or so a fight was breaking out amongst the trendy’s in the pub and when they were thrown out they wanted to take on the bouncers including one bloke that was all of 8 stone wet through. The bouncer obviously had to show restraint but after 25 minutes of this idiot Davey suggested to the bouncer that he’d job him a F***** on his behalf. (Violent family them moore’s look up there ^^^^^^^^^^^).

 Myself, Shh, Angelica and Sezloads decided to head on to the do after the pub had closed as we were dying to raggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh whilst the others went back to the site. The do was packed solid with all the usual stuff being played but we made our own space and danced the night away including sezloads who just was unstoppable. We were finally booted out at 2.50 and made our way home dropping Angelica and Sezloads off at the site on our way. As usual Sunday arrived with a hangover, note to self (stop drinking J20 unless sharing passion fruit with Angelica) and the daunting task of the harduous journey home but it was made all the more bearable after I’d tucked into a full English cooked by Davey (top banana) and just like a flash it was over, another good weekend in good company with special thanks to my hosts Shh..Davey and the m&m’s. note to monty Best keep those opinions to oneself.

  Out takes

Louie in the car: oj can I play with your sossije?

Monty in caravan: ooooh big boy!!

Mr Bean at the pub: I’ve fallen off the wagon!! (we’re u actually on it) 0.5% nuff sed lol

Monty in caravan: mum is Molly an abused child?

OAJJ after shh was ready to raggghh: shh thought u were gerrin ready?

Jeff Johno Hornets sc