I would just like to register my overwhelming disappointment that young Andy had moved on before I reached the top of Ditchling Beacon. I was thus denied my opportunity to have a go at riding the BMX up, after finding out whether having the brake on all the way down would be audible across the whole of The Weald.
Good on Andy! You pest Adrian.
'The proprietor of the Seagull got more and less than he bargained for on Saturday, and he ended up with an albatross around his neck as the birdies of the Friday Night Ride- having had their sensitive feathers ruffled - decided to chip in for a round. Greg at the Madeira had sandwedges galore but maybe only Luke was in need of a specialist tool for the bunker - not sure. There was Rich prize money given to the winner (In this instance it was the 'The Ventriloquist and Derailleur' (motto " Gottle of gear") next door but one to The Seagull
Birdie question: What does 'sittingduck' and The Seagull have in common? Neither have proper beer inside them.
Anyway, back to the Friday Night Matchplay, and no-one was a match for Luke's four ball better ball that left him well under par come the breakfast banter - but hey! The man of the Seagull had his head terned by the fabulous display of rehydration IN GLASSES, available to us, via the good offices of Greg's Madeira Ales Ltd.
Seagull man could have Claudine' the money but for an attitude that reeked of 'Gwan, no bikes on my forecourt".
When we left, the 'court' was in Plenary Session - I hope the verdicts were true and just.
Thanks Simon, Greg and staff at the Mad ear(a) for simply knowing customer relations, Tim H - "the chainbrain", Adrian - chef de TEC (who always knew when not to answer the telephone!
) all the participants who conducted the business with a smile on their faces, Rich for the cabaret and jokes, and, for anyone I did not chat or say 'hello' to.. "Hello!"
We got the train with a minute to spare - a tiny minute no less - and the doors closed upon us. Andy's little love bike fitted on a luggage rack, and Thom and my own were in front. Lots of ta tas before I battled homeward into a stiff
drink North Westerly. Wow! Hard work, complicated by Kilburn's finest, having carpeted the A5 in broken glass. Yes, you guessed it - a puncture. No CO2.
Elbow grease and sunshine saw me out of town. I need to prepare now, for the Eurovision Song Contest. I have bought a packet of roses and will have them after t, because 'they grow on u'.
Thank you everyone for your company, and particularly those who offered scintillating repartie to entertain me. rich.
On purpose no camera this week - in order to let others 'show us their wares'. At 'Didn't Planet Sweet', Stuaff was taking an 'in depth' of his fingers and the roof of the shopfront - c'mon Stu - get posting those pics. Nothing rude mind, there could be kids watching, eh rich?
By now, the prop. of The Seagull was fuming - he had a double-bogey - and no tissues. It was to be a very big blow for trade on the Madeira seafront.
Susie and Claudine said "Ah men" to all that.
PS My personal trainer has just been round and said - "You don't look nearly pi$ed enough - have some more beer." Getting very personal there, I thought. Pleased to have been sitting on the children's table too
PPS. Young Andy is changing his forum name to iLBMX. When he hears the sound of his hamstrings twanging in the middle of the night, followed by a cramping leg launching the eiderdown into the bathroom from the bedroom... then he will love bikes. well done Kid.
Sometimes, even Thom couldn't keep up, on his Ti
Condor. But then again, 'Condor does something for a man' - put that in your pipe and smoke it!
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. The downward section into Brighton. Luved it. Luved it. Breakfast with Guinness. To be repeated at Whitstable? Could get used to that 
) I was never going to clear that bugger though, but I can take away some joy at managing Turner's Hill.
