26th July 2007
It was 5am on Thursday morning. The bus was ready, accommodation sorted, beer bought, bikes loaded. The Moos were primed for France. Was France primed for the Moos?
As the bus powered over the Severn Bridge and with Farquar at the helm it was no turning back as everyone tucked into their second can. C'mon it was 5.45!!! Notable absentees from drinking duties were the rest of the driving crew of Knotty and Dickie, who having just missed out on playing Cledus Snowman in the remake of the classic Smokey and the Bandit was keen to demonstrate that he could indeed tackle the moonshine run!
By the time we had passed Swindon and four cans down we had awoken Beaker and Ade who by taking things all far too seriously were already out in France, as well as Berni who was at the time driving over the Swiss border. This was already truly an international event.
The bus toilet which consisted of a funnel and a 5 gallon drum had been emptied for the second time and the amount of continental lager that had been consumed was rapidly approaching double figures, the gateway to Europe that is Folkestone approached. Once Option and I had established where everyone else on the train was going and doing and Howells performing stand up material Bernard Manning would have been proud of it was Bonjour France Av Revoir UK (see what I did there with the French!)
TO BE CONTINUED....................................................