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[postal_services]

It's one of those days that i really want to post something profound...but with the calibure (sp!) of friends I have, its going to be a case of teaching my grandma to suck eggs....so I'll leave it as this.......

.........(In the mean-time)....the real fact of the matter, never mind the description....there is no real post to be had.

I hear that I am

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[parlous]

*POKE* I'm a coming down south next month! want to go for a drink? and I have never met this boy of yours before have I.

Maybe i will bring you some glasto mud and rain with me, it just wont be the same there without you! nobody to be all moody and grumbling with or eating my left over curry even though it had wheat in it (and all the other silly little things).

Going with the London iam lot this time but they camp close to where the bmth people go. And I have a new tent :D

[postal_services]

Cool!! Would be good to catch up with you and have a few beverages! I wish I was going, so many good/fuuny memories!! still got the band on from the last time!!

And I've just a got a tent too! D'oh!!

[parlous]

well next year then! and your little one should be old enough to take then as I bet he would love the kids field. But when you say good do you mean; getting wet, getting muddy, getting left in the middle of nowhere and not knowing where you are, getting told off for making the tent muddy, getting wet some more, almost throwing up at the state of the toilets, missing James Brown...

As you have a little one you would be allowed to camp in the family field with better toilets and other such stuff.

[postal_services]

ahhhhh happy days, happy days...!!