Peter slept in the van last night. I didn’t think he would but he did. And the boys missed him so much that each of them took turns to snore for 5 minutes apiece. I drifted off eventually and probably ended up joining in too. Only one more night and we’ll all be back in our own beds where we can snore, mumble & fidget as much as we like.
In the mornings, if the mood is right, we’ve been known to have many and varied topics of conversation. From the correct way of cooking a steak, to whether it’s acceptable to have a kink for football mascots, to tractors… Just tractors. This morning was no different. In Tour2, Peter and I were talking about quantum physics, how relativity affects our lives, and how, apparently, our body clocks run on 25 hours rather than 24 (best ask Peter about that one as I still can’t wrap my head around it). During a break between stadiums I went over to Tour1 to find out how the guys were doing and what the topic of the morning was. It was poo. They were talking about poo again! To be exact, their top 5 worst ‘brankers’. Apparently, the place we stayed in Brighton was not suitable for a good one. Very disappointing. I went back to Tour2 to contemplate what constitutes a top ‘branker’. Answers on a postcard please.
We’re still wondering if those pallets were moved on Saturday at the Millennium Stadium
Fortunately we’ve been invited back to The Millennium Stadium so we’ll be able to see if the pallets did get moved! And we’ll be going into the stadium for some photographs pitch side. But we also will be checking to see if those pallets are gone…
Last year Franny Benali carried out his “Benali’s Big Run” challenge in order to raise money for Cancer Research UK. His challenge took him around the 20 Premiership grounds, including Swansea City. As Tour94 had just started to get the ball rolling on our own challenge we went down to the Liberty stadium one Saturday morning to greet Benali as he arrived at Swansea’s stadium. While there we spoke with Franny, and his two children, Luke and Kenzie about their fundraising and also our own. From that day Tour94 remained in contact with the family.
Today, Franny Benali welcomed us to Southampton’s home ground, St Mary’s Stadium. Himself and a member of staff from St. Mary’s showed us around the ground and sent us off again with a signed Cancer Research UK t-shirt. Thank you Southampton, Franny Benali & family for your help! It is very much appreciated!
Driving along the south coast of England:
Me: “I bet Topper is tamping.”
Me: “Look at that house! I bet they have loads of squirrels in their garden.”
Peter & The Bike Lights
One beautiful summer afternoon Peter was driving through the charming city of Exeter. He and his two companions stopped at some traffic lights. While they were waiting, Peter exclaimed,
“They’ve got bike lights! I’ve never seen bike lights before!”
And sure enough, where there were usually 3 coloured lights for the traffic, there was an extra light. A green bicycle had lit up right next to the green traffic light.
Outraged, Peter added,
“They don’t pay tax but they get their own lights!”
And as Peter and his two companions continued on their journey they heard him mutter ever so slightly under his breath, “bastards…”
Sitting outside a McDonald’s somewhere around Yeovil we were discussing how the language barrier was an issue when ordering food. In particular when Matthew went to order his BigMac.
But I don’t think it was the language barrier. I think it was Matthew’s specific requests when it came to assembling his BigMac. If some body asked any McDonald’s employee, anywhere in the country, what Matthew was after then they would have had the same blank look and confusion.
You see, Matthew doesn’t like anything on his BigMac. Matthew wants, and I quote,
“Cow and bread! That’s all I want!“
That night instead of getting our heads down in Swindon we carried on to Bristol where we could get an early start in the morning. And I think I speak for everyone when I say that that drive was one of the hardest. It wasn’t about the distance or the lateness. We were driving home, but not quite, and the signs reading “South Wales” both lifted our hearts and left us longing to follow them home.
When we arrived at the hotel however, thoughts of home were put on hold. As we were checking into the hotel in Bristol:
Darren: “what time does the bar close?”
Hotel staff: “what time do you want it to close?”
That hotel was an excellent find, Darren, thank you. It was definitely the nicest hotel we stayed in all week. Except for the ducks… Creepy.