A weekend of Syn…thanks to Center 15

Only a few of us made it to the last rally of the season in Kent, but that didn’t stop the parrrrrrrrrty !!

Arriving on Thursday, gave Kev, Blacky, Jan & myself the opportunity to do a recky of Gravesend Friday morn, grab a McFlurry & take a cultured stroll along the Thames.  Shazza & Dave had gone off to visit family for the day, Andy & Lynn arrived a bit later.  Neil had flown back from a holiday in the sun the night before so, in true jet set fashion & taking  it all in his stride, within hours  of landing he’d swopped wings for wheels, an apartment for a tent and pina colada for a pint of thatchers  gold. Arriving unusually on the Friday, the fab 4 felt they had some serious catching up to do, well at least Becks did lol. 

An extremely “sociable” afternoon at the bar, quickly led to a wobbly Becks being loaded into a taxi and taken for a game of “chase the peas “ in the local Wetherspoons.  After a  pit stop to consider the benefits of leaving his dinner behind in a cardboard box, which just happened to be right outside a restaurant…..he! he! He!  (Don’t you just love having a camera) we had to agree to a £75 taxi fine (on top of the fare) should he, er um?...... “not quite make it back “.

3 pints later (well that’s how many he thought he’d had) , a very much worse for wear Becks declared undying love to anyone that would listen and promptly collapsed with the grace of a 3 legged, geriatric donkey, onto his airbed - special thanks to Scrumpy nurses  Jan and Neil, who kept all-night vigil while he slept it off.

If you can’t get piddled with friends Becks, who can you get piddled with?????  that’s what I say!

…we love you too xxxxxxxxxxxx

Saturday came and so did the rain, sigh!!! So we did what every good Scrumpy does at a rally when they can’t get out on their bike, yep we sat in the tent all day talking rubbish & eating it! Lunch turned into quite a nutritional feast of crisps, biscuits & chocolate brazils. A trip to the local fish and chip shop for tea, added to both the afternoons entertainment and calorific intake for the day…oh what the heck! we were on holiday                  

Saturday night told a different story…….”by the power of grey skull !!!” oh sorry I mean  “with the help of  google” Becks had ascertained that the meaning of  “Syn” (spelt with a Y) was the Nordic god of something or the other and so out came beards and on went the horns. Mike’s really getting into this dressing up lark, so much so that rumour has it he even  went to bed in his (or maybe that’s just because he couldn’t get out of it?) Kev had a totally different take on being sinful and me? Well…susses just don’t look good with a beard do they lol.

Slightly disappointed that no-one from any other centre chose to join in the spirit of the event,  by dressing up, didn’t spoil our fun. In fact being the exhibitionists we all are, it probably just made us worse! 

Things brightened up on Sunday so Bandit decided the decent thing to do would be to take Becks back to “his bench” to help him piece together the events of Friday night (what a mate) &  around the corner  the local Wetherspoons had just opened their  doors (now you’re getting the picture lol) ……………….well ? it would have been  rude not to call in wouldn’t it????

A couple of hours watching the world go by is always fun, when  you’re  in a group, but I’m not sure Gravesend was really ready for us or what came next!

On a previous shopping trip to Primarni  Kev had spied an animal onesie which he had a burning desire to pur…chase and wear that night to the bar.  As fate would have it the Gravesend store was about 5 mins from the Wetherspons so not wanting Kev to be the only one in the lime light that night, we all jumped on his band wagon and the mass onesie buying expedition began………

Ladies & gentlemen the Scrumpies give you……..

Madagascar on tour!!!

(thanks for the title Andy..I love it)

Linda