“Pompey on the pebble beach and treated to the full Red Arrows display – I think we were the only ones there – the occasion? some sort of cycle event with a few hundred participants”
“The Tour de France… I was quaffing champagne in the VIP tent (nice to have mates in the council!). Could barely focus on the Arrows I was so far gone… don’t think I saw a bike all day”
And I was on the boat that took them off to France. Can’t recall if I took any pictures. Certainly didn’t see the Red Arrers, and was as far gone as you were Damien. So much so I even helped a Drunken American Female (yes, Female, but note Drunken) (photographer?) Journalist back to her cabin. Good-looking she was, too (note Drunken for me too). Left her standing in the doorway looking sultry (note Sultry) with a cheery goodbye, and wandered back to the bar where my colleagues were awaiting. Not only did they point out the error of my ways (note Drunken) and what they would have done in my position(note they were more drunken, and couldn’t have managed what they described between them, let alone singly) but they totally failed to notice that she had returned, and ONCE AGAIN (note drunken) asked me to take her back to her cabin. Once again (note drunken) I did and left again. Hoho. For those of you who know what I look like, even the first time is a major surprise. Mind you, I had hair then.
Still regret that. I would liked to have twiddled with her apertures.
I digress. Janie and Big Beautiful Doll the first time they paired up at Legends. Same day (the Sunday, by the ground warfare hall) with Spits, including Jacquards 5 blader coming in VERY close and VERY low. (note sober).
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