Machen Miggly Moos!! My arse! Machen Miggly Boozers more like!!
Once again we were courageously led from the front by the Rt. Hon. Captain Gordon Bernard Scripps ECG. into an afternoon of drinking and merriment. The usual culprits were in attendance, with the notable exception of Mr Kevin Gallon, but we were graced by the prescence of Mr Kevin Bottom Lip Piddington instead, who incidently is making a late challenge for this seasons title of 'Downhiller Of The Year' (well done the lip!!!!!!!)

The Captain must be commended on his forethought and quick mindedness, when once again we had pissed the subs away he flew into action and opened a tab with Cunny (sister of the bespectacled Quim), to allow the boys, who were joined at this stage by Jock and his pet twat Crock, who had gone out on the later pissheads ride, to continue drinking and enjoying the odd packet of dry roasted!!

Everything was going swimmingly well until the Captain was summoned home by his prominent elbowed nephew and his granddaughter, sorry grandson (that kid needs a haircut before he gets a complex!!) Things quickly fell apart after this, mainly due to the fact that there was no more leadership and forward drive from the Captain.

But after all it was another memorable day in the history of the Moos, although after speaking to Scrippsy on Monday he informed me that his wife wasn't impressed, his exact words being "whisper it quietly but i am in a bit of trouble down here!" Somewhat meek words coming from a man who on the Sunday had proudly announced that he had indulged in a "good stiff drink" after seeing a certain bar persons breasts!!!!! Never mind Captain it will soon blow over, until you get pissed up again on Wednesday, ah happy days!!