Down at the pub again, another evening of fun entailed slapping a slice of cucumber on our foreheads and getting it to slip down our faces, eating it, then drinking the shot, mmm, now we were getting into the swing of things. That evening ended up with me dancing ragga stylee at the local disco with a roll of toilet paper under my beanie (cos we had run out at our digs). Vicky and Alice looked on aghast, and doubled up in stitches.
We did also play in the snow, sliding down mountains and always having a cafe stop to refuel. On one such stop off there was a DJ man I'd say in his 50's, playing Black Lace’s ‘Agadoo’ with great enthusiasm. I hadn’t witnessed such gusto, for this song since the 80’s. You definitely don’t get that in
Yep and we even found the time to play on local children’s rides, in the town centre. Apparently these are in every local town throughout the
So seriously when’s that snowbombing bash on this year again?