2012-04-13 - Guinness # 6, sign of the devil

"the day is coming, the drums are druming! If you got one fit a brake!
There are mothers crying, there are fathers laughing, beer is inthe air!
The ride is coming; the riders are riding, if you know one say a pray!
Over there! Over there! Where some we were all drunk!
Over there! Over there! Where some one has to crash!
There are friends laughing; there are girlfriends crying! Guinness is in the air!"

I can't wait to wear Jizzy Knickers.
fify

the first guinness ride i was doored by a cabby! I woke up with 2 german guys in my leaving room! Great! 2nd g ride i got laid by my flatmate cousin! Which also was great! the last guinness ride i had a sign tshirt and a "shity skid mark" on it! And following morning i managed to shit a 1£ coin! Which i was looking for the night before to indulge me self with a chocolate bar! Couldnt find it obviously! True story all of it! Cant wait to this one!

Good Lord.

"There is man, goes around taking names, and he decides who will drink, and who will wait, everybody will be drinking all the same!
There will be a golden rain pooring down, when the guinness goes around!
Hear the trumpets! hear the pipers!
One hundred million angels burfing!
Multitudes are riding to the big guinness drum!
when da'man comes around!

! And following morning i managed to shit a 1£ coin! Which i was looking for the night before to indulge me self with a chocolate bar! Couldnt find it obviously!

the first guinness ride i was doored by a cabby! I woke up with 2 german guys in my leaving room! Great! 2nd g ride i got laid by my flatmate cousin! Which also was great! the last guinness ride i had a sign tshirt and a "shity skid mark" on it! And following morning i managed to shit a 1£ coin! Which i was looking for the night before to indulge me self with a chocolate bar! Couldnt find it obviously! True story all of it! Cant wait to this one!

you lucky lucky bastard

you lucky lucky bastard

Funny how the verb "laid" seems to fit all of Bearfoot's staggering adventures!

flatmate cousin!

flatmate's cousin!

There is a subtle but important difference between these two.

flatmate cousin!

flatmate's cousin!

There is a subtle but important difference between these two.

I do not think our Bearfoot much cares where he sticks his apostrophe...

You have been warned. Friday could just bring out the Devil in him.

dusts off Kevlar pants

Nobody has said whether the cousin of the flatmate is male or female, so I'm taking no chances.

maybe you should get a kevlar scrum cap while youre at it B&D

;-)

Almost missed this, woohoo!

Almost missed this, woohoo!

Spread the word baby! Great to have you on board.

It goes without saying, that each and all are welcome. We usually have at least a few "random" work colleagues, or fellow bike riders, who tag along for the craic.

maybe you should get a kevlar scrum cap while youre at it B&D

;-)

Do you still have your Bishops Mitre?

I never had it.. It wasnt mine im afraid... Someone lent it to me.

I never had it.. It wasnt mine im afraid... Someone lent it to me.

I must have it then. Will search it out.

didn't see this til today, realised I already signed up ages ago, then realised I have a work night out, dayum

probably not gonna make it unfortunately

didn't see this til today, realised I already signed up ages ago, then realised I have a work night out, dayum

probably not gonna make it unfortunately

Of course you can!

Three easy steps.

1. Drinks with work colleages.

2. When suitably "relaxed", entice them to come along to Guinness gathering, at pubs 3 - 5.

3. Attend Job Centre on Monday morning.

Com'mon, what's the worse that could happen?

Not one, but TWO spoke cards for Friday's festivities.

Rubbish iPhone picture that does not do the excellence of the artwork justice.

Excellent work there.

Is that ChainBreaker on the left?

with roid rage

Haemorrhoid rage?

Haemorrhoid rage?

You can check if you wish, but a Bishop's drawers, are definitely off limits to me.

He can try my carbon saddle - it'll either be screams or silence which will give that particular detail away.