Another Wednesday night and another eventful ride, last night was one of the best turn outs for a long time with the grand total of 16 riders. Most of the lads thought it was still halloween when out of the river lane came the ghostly figure of Dez, who has not been seen for some time, they soon realised it was not an apparition before them when the 'comic genious' let out one of his famous belches!!

Although it wasn't raining, the trails were very muddy which made for heavy going. After exhausting his full repetoire of wit (5 belches and a dirty cackle), Dez led a breakaway group of deserters including himself, Jock and Kev the Gallon, to the familiar surrounds of the Fwrrwmm Ishta, which left the rest of us to fulfil the engagement we had made with the Church House to pay them a visit. Things got off to a slow start as the boys struggled to make conversation with the locals, and wishing that Dez was still with us so that he could break the ice in his own inimitable way!! Crock was like a little a little pet lost without Jock to stick his hand up his backside and work him, and the Captain was still suffering some after effects of his bad neck. Although in some pain he did manage to complete his leadership duties, in presenting new member Jimmy Mac (#when are you coming back, ooooh Jimmy Mac when are you coming back#) with his Moo's jersey, but he has obviously been taking too much notice of the presidential elections, because his presentation speech was straight out of the George Bush school of public addresses, and he sounded like a rambling old fool!!

Anyway as we continued our rehydration Joan (Rivers) brought out sandwiches, which after grabbing several handfuls each this was the cue for Gaz, Jimmy, Crock, Marty, Jonny, Singlespeed and Tom to leave for home, which left the rest of us worrying that we didn't have any breakdowns or punctures later, as Jonny wouldn't be around to fix them for us! Also at this point the pain in his neck was getting to much for the Captain and he announced that he was going to abandon the remainder of his flock and leave for home. This is when he showed his true lying coniving colours, as he was overheard saying "my neck is not hurting much, but I'll have to act because they might be watching me from the window" Not what we expect from our leader and respected elder statesman, even if he can't make a speech for toffee!!!

He did backtrack and try to make up for this mistake by inviting all of us round to his house on Saturday to celebrate his wedding anniversary, and for us to witness him presenting his wife with a lovely pearl necklace.

On behalf of the Moos I would like to extend our congratulations to the Captain and his Wife on many years of blissful life together.

The rest of the evening proceeded quite uneventfully apart from Uncle Brian giving us another tenner, which Mark felt we couldn't accept and gave it back!! Mark now owes £10 to the sundries. Well done lads another memorable night.