Horizons Unlimited...?

So this I guess is the statuary, what I did on my holiday post... (OK more long weekend than Holiday...) OK then, this is the what I did on my Long weekends break away to the Horizons Unlimited Annual UK Meeting Blog Entry...

OK are you all sitting comfortably? Good, so I'll begin...

Well Biggest Bonus of the Long weekend was that I got to meet one of my Hero's, which all things considered can't be a bad thing now can it :o)))

The Hero then? Ummm... You've never heard of him... Bet'ya?

OK the chap is called Austin Vince... (Please resist the cheap Austin Powers gags here people, this guy is a serious Hardcore adventure motorcyclist.... Alright just zip it. Zip it, zip. Ladies and gentleman of the jury Ex-zip-it A.. Would you like to have a suckle of my zipple? Zip. Zip, Zip it, zip it)

(Sorry I don't know what came over me then, I also made a Marzipan Voodoo effigy of the Fonze while I was in a coma after smoking some Peruvian prayer hash... But at the end of the day can anyone honestly say they haven't done that?)

NOOOOO Not that Austin... Austin Vince...!!! Now you want me to tell you why he happens to be one of my hero's don't you (just to try justify your ignorance ;o) ). OK Austin Vince was one of the original organiser of 'Mondo Enduro'!!! :o)

What? What do you mean you've never heard of 'Mondo Enduro'? Oh FFS boys and girls where have you been all your lives, do I have to explain everything to you!

OK 'Mondo Enduro'... In 1994, seven guys decide down the pub (where else?) to motorcycle around the world by the longest route possible. Before departure, not one of them has ever repaired a punctured tyre, They fail to get sponsorship, travel insurance, and most of their travel visas. 44000 miles on Bikes... All filmed by themselves on a couple of little Cenni Cameras, a later cut even managed to get aired on the Discovery channel... Official Web Site here... (Books and DVDs if your remotely interested), totally hardcore, no Ewan and Charlie flash BMW's with massive budgets, just normal guys doing an insane trip on motorbikes.

Anyways, Austin, after completing the 'Mondo' trip he then decided to do it all again... Why? I have absolutly no idea... But massive respect to him... OK so he is a complete 'Fruit Loop' but what the heck... I think he's even made it as an actor now onto the TV Channel 4!

So that's Austin, And I've met him :o) (And I'll stop now because I am completely aware that I'm beginning to ramble on just a bit!)

I can't really remember much else about the four days, I'd had a few sherbets :O)

Ohhh It rained... A Lot...

OK OK I remember lots, but I don't really want to bore you lot with the Blah Blah Blah of what happens when you put 500 motorcycle travellers in the same camp site, yep your right... you have to queue at the bar!

Instead I think I'll bore you all with some Pictures of Eloisa in her latest guise and some of the Meeting, the cooking and the rain!

So there you go then folks, that's about it... If I think of anything remotely interesting I'll let you know... (Ohh buy the 'Mondo Enduro' DVD, totally awesome :o)

Ciao Ciao
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A Small Break!

Yippee four days off... (Oh come on... I haven't had any time off since starting the new Job back in February, so I think I deserve it :o))) )

And what am I intending to do with the time I here you all ask....?

Well... Four days Motorbike Camping in the Dales attending the annual Horizons Unlimited Gig :o)))

Awesome... :o))))

Note for my Diary... 11Am Saturday Morning... It's... The Roadkill Cookout!!! (If you hit it, your allowed to eat it :o) No its the Law Honest! (Small Children not included obviously! ;o) ))

Hey... take it easy folks... :o)))

Ciao Ciao
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The Mighty Eloisa...

Live and let Live?

So there I am... In some dodgy French hotel bar (actually that's not completely fair, it wasn't that bad, accept for coffee, which I had expected to be the only thing they were gonna get right!), winding away a few hours, partaking in a few sherbets, as you do (Ohhh kinda got hooked on Leffe Blonde, some Belgium silly strong Abbey Beer, very good), chatting and watching whatever was displayed on the communal super silly sized Bar TV. I guess, if you've gotta work away from home all week, thats what you've gotta do, right? (Thanx :o) )

Anyways, I'm there, drinking, chatting (and BB is gonna be so proud of me here), there was also some football being played out on the TV I was vaguely aware of (The blue team had lots of players, the white team also seemed to have lots, but the guys in Yellow only seemed to have three! Hardly fair!).

Now it turned out that the footy happened to be some kinda International, nope I've got no idea of the details accept for it was Israel playing someone else. Now, the only reason I know it was Israel was because I overheard the following conversation a group of aging English guys watching the game had with a very young (six your seven), little French boy.

English Twat "So which team do you want to win?"
French Boy "The team in white"
English Twat "Israel are playing in white"
French Boy "Yes I want Israel to win"
English Twat "You want the Jew Boys to Win?"
French Boy "Pardon?" [With a dodgy French accent]
English Twat "Are you a Little Jew Boy then?"
French Boy "Ummm..." [Obviously not understanding]
English Twat "We all hate the Jew Boys"
French Boy [Shuts up because he obviously doesn't understand anymore]

My response, after a few seconds to take stock of what the guy had just said, was to walk over (making myself look as big as possible by inflating my chest etc.), and to respond with "You make me embarrassed to be English"... I know, really weak, but it was all I could think of at the time, to many beers... They didn't say a word back, just look at me, looked down at their beer then looked away. (Obviously when I'd walked back ten feet or so I could vaguely make out there attempt at humorous responses in the background).

Events in my life this week have been dispersed with racism and prejudice of some kind or another and I know it's tough sometimes for us all not to stereotype, but it's a very slippery slope to tread. For who are we to judge others? What gives us the right to be critical of any man and his or her beliefs, lifestyles, or even the reason they are who they are? Are any of us perfect ourselves? No.

So why don't we just take the time to get to know these people when we get a chance to, take the time to try and understand them, after all isn't it true that after all is said and done, all any of us are trying to do is purely survive? This is our common bond with everyone, survival.

"Criticism is prejudice made plausible." - H.L.Mencken... Think about it...

Ciao Ciao Folks (and have a good weekend :o) )
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NB. This in no way means I'm gonna start forgiving George Bush and that mob over there! (Before you even ask!! ;o) )

Bit Rude... But I just loved it...

OK Chocolate Fans....

Mr Cadbury and Miss Rowntree met on a Double Decker, it was After Eight.

She was from Quality Street , he was a Fisherman's Friend.

On the way they stopped at a Yorkie Bar, he had a Rum and Butter, she had a Wine Gum.

He asked her name, "Polo, I'm the one with the hole" she said. "I'm the one with the nuts," he thought! Then he touched her Milky Way.

They checked in to a hotel, and went straight to the bedroom. Mr Cadbury turned out the light for a bit of Black Magic.

It wasn't long before he slipped his hand into her Snickers and felt her Cream Egg. He fondled her Flap Jacks then he showed her his Curly Wurly and Tic Tacs.

Miss Rowntree wasn't keen to have any Jelly Babies, so she let him take a trip down Bourneville Boulevard via her Party Ring. He was pleased as he always fancied a bit of Fudge. It was a magic moment as she let out a scream of Turkish Delight.

When he pulled out, his fun size Mars Bar it felt a bit Crunchie. She wanted more, but he needed Time Out, however, he noticed her Pink Wafers looked very appetizing. He did a Twirl, had a Picnic in her Sherbet Dip and finished off by giving her a Gob Stopper!

Unfortunately, Mr Cadbury then had to go home to his wife, Caramel. Sadly,3 days later his Magnum lolly started to drip. It turned out Miss Rowntree had been with Bertie Basset who had Allsorts!!!

Thanx BB :o)

Ciao Caio
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A Message

A Breif Message to my critics....

F**K You :O))))

'cus.... I never wanted to do this in the first place!

I... I wanted to be... A Lumberjack.....

Leaping from tree to tree, as they float down the mighty rivers of British Columbia!

The Larch! The Pine! The Giant Redwood tree! The Sequoia! The Little Whopping Rule Tree!

The smell of fresh cut timber! The Crash of Mighty Trees! With my best girl by my side!

We'd sing! Sing! Sing!

And you use to think I was so Rugged... ;o)

:o)))

Ciao Caio
Confused From Cambridge
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Ciao Ciao
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