*Official* CW English Meet-Up

[Fiery]

How old are you then? If you don't mind me asking..

37

 

[Piper]

I thought you were younger than that..

 

[Fiery]

I thought you were younger than that..

You could have used the instead of the ...

 

[Piper]

Awwww sorry I didn't mean it offensively

 

[Richard]

37

You've aged another year since I last heard, then... can only presume your bday is hidden else you'd likely have had a bday thread.

 

[Fiery]

Awwww sorry I didn't mean it offensively

was kidding

 

[Fiery]

You've aged another year since I last heard, then... can only presume your bday is hidden else you'd likely have had a bday thread.

Probably cause you "last heard" a year ago Rich

 

[Piper]

Hahaha
For Richard: Beethoven Clip

 

[Pup Clarke]

Seedy old man...sorry

Fiery, you do know you are old enough to be Samantha's dad.

 

[Fiery]

Fiery, you do know you are old enough to be Samantha's dad.

Yes I do....and your point?

 

[Pup Clarke]

It just seems to wrong to "naughty" someone who you're 18 years older than.

 

[Piper]

Hahaha! My dad is 10 years older than him

 

[Fiery]

It just seems to wrong to "naughty" someone who you're 18 years older than.

Sorry Vicar

 

[Richard]

BTW Rich, I'll let you do the ''report'' of what went on coz I attempted it.. but it was crap lol..

Oh, OK...

Well, after waking at 9:45 as prescribed, waking my brother to demand a rucksack of some sort and attaining said demand, I grabbed me some quick breakfast, and made me some lunch\tea (I hadn't yet decided) to take. I had to make sure to remember to take care of the P&H order at work, too, so after breakfast I popped up to the shop and printed the email, took it home and removed the stuff I needed to remove. I then packed the rucksack with lunch\tea, camcorder, CD-player with CDs, and laptop (just in case). I took my card from its hidey-place (no... you're not knowing that), inserted it into my wallet, grabbed some chewing-gun for the journey, chucked the rucksack and tapes (yes, B*Witched were included along with Elton John and The Darkness) in the car, put my phone on hands-free, and set off. After stopping for petrol at my usual place, I was soon on the M5, by about 11:10, speeding (no, not at more than 70mph ) up towards Wolverhampton. I had my route all planned, and I knew not much could go wrong until I got off the M5 as I know the thing virtually like the back of my hand. Sam texted me at about 20 to 12, saying could I find the bus-station instead of Molineux? Well, I stopped at some Services about an hour later, got out to stretch my legs a bit, texted back and said, well, sorry, I would, but I've got me route planned now. She texted back a bit later saying ah well, she'd have to find the place.

The rest of the journey was uneventful, no rain, no flying stones, and no pheasants. I got off at Jnct 1, followed the road prescribed (was easy enough) and continued to follow it. I stopped once or twice to keep checking the map - to my eternal amazement I was still on the right route. Eventually, without so much as one detour, I found the ring-road, took the correct turning off it, and got to Waterloo Road. After a short problem getting into the car-park, I found a way in and stopped. Thank God for that, was my first feeling. I replied to a text she'd sent me 10 minutes or so previously, saying she was there. Or at least, I tried to but Mum then texted me saying "you said you'd text me when you got there " I said, OK, I would, and I just this second have. I sent this text, looked to my right, and there, sure enough, stood Sam. I eventually persuaded her to step inside the vehicle, and we ferried to a car-park. After moaning at the outrageous charges (£1.50!!!!!!!! For barely an hour!!!!!!!!!!) I parked-up, we chatted a bit, then set off for the city centre. I saw nothing I liked the look of, really, except a MaccieD's, so we went there. Sam maintained steadfastly that she didn't want anything, though I offered, so I had me two fries (portions, that is, not single chips). We sat, me eating, then went for another walk as she took a trip to a bank (I'd taken a bit of cash to pay for the MaccieD's just earlier). She then suggested we could go to somewhere I can't remember. I said, yeah, OK.

So we ferried there, parked up, she positively insisted upon paying the parking this time, and we went for a stroll. Apart from an occasional spot of rain and a few dogs, it was pleasant enough. We took a vid or two of each other being unutterably stupid, sat down on a bench for a while and discussed topics ranging from cricket, CW, injuries and mishaps (plenty of them on both sides), hay-fever, the year's weather, dogs, squirrels, brothers and sisters and the results of yelling at them for various things, and several other things. We then went back to the car, took a pic on my camcorder of the two of us (soon to be uploaded, hopefully), then drove back to Wolverhampton. Finally, the anticipated getting-lost happened, but we applied the usual principle: keep driving and eventually you'll find somewhere you know. We did, I dropped her back in town (we had passed her house, fortunately no-one was home so she didn't have to duck out of sight), she said she'd get a tram home, and despite me almost running her over as I drove out, no further mishap occurred.

My journey home was straightforward, with just the one stop for tea and petrol, and I got home in time for the 9 o'clock. I unpacked, and cracked open a Gaymer's Original. My dreams that night were of different matters, I regret to say.

 

[Richard]

Probably cause you "last heard" a year ago Rich

Nah, was no more than 3 or 4 months.

 

[Pup Clarke]

Nice report Richard. You do know that it's quite rude to nearly run a women over (deliberately or not)?.

 

[Fiery]

Oh, OK...

Well, after waking at 9:45 as prescribed, waking my brother to demand a rucksack of some sort and attaining said demand, I grabbed me some quick breakfast, and made me some lunch\tea (I hadn't yet decided) to take. I had to make sure to remember to take care of the P&H order at work, too, so after breakfast I popped up to the shop and printed the email, took it home and removed the stuff I needed to remove. I then packed the rucksack with lunch\tea, camcorder, CD-player with CDs, and laptop (just in case). I took my card from its hidey-place (no... you're not knowing that), inserted it into my wallet, grabbed some chewing-gun for the journey, chucked the rucksack and tapes (yes, B*Witched were included along with Elton John and The Darkness) in the car, put my phone on hands-free, and set off. After stopping for petrol at my usual place, I was soon on the M5, by about 11:10, speeding (no, not at more than 70mph ) up towards Wolverhampton. I had my route all planned, and I knew not much could go wrong until I got off the M5 as I know the thing virtually like the back of my hand. Sam texted me at about 20 to 12, saying could I find the bus-station instead of Molineux? Well, I stopped at some Services about an hour later, got out to stretch my legs a bit, texted back and said, well, sorry, I would, but I've got me route planned now. She texted back a bit later saying ah well, she'd have to find the place.

The rest of the journey was uneventful, no rain, no flying stones, and no pheasants. I got off at Jnct 1, followed the road prescribed (was easy enough) and continued to follow it. I stopped once or twice to keep checking the map - to my eternal amazement I was still on the right route. Eventually, without so much as one detour, I found the ring-road, took the correct turning off it, and got to Waterloo Road. After a short problem getting into the car-park, I found a way in and stopped. Thank God for that, was my first feeling. I replied to a text she'd sent me 10 minutes or so previously, saying she was there. Or at least, I tried to but Mum then texted me saying "you said you'd text me when you got there " I said, OK, I would, and I just this second have. I sent this text, looked to my right, and there, sure enough, stood Sam. I eventually persuaded her to step inside the vehicle, and we ferried to a car-park. After moaning at the outrageous charges (£1.50!!!!!!!! For barely an hour!!!!!!!!!!) I parked-up, we chatted a bit, then set off for the city centre. I saw nothing I liked the look of, really, except a MaccieD's, so we went there. Sam maintained steadfastly that she didn't want anything, though I offered, so I had me two fries (portions, that is, not single chips). We sat, me eating, then went for another walk as she took a trip to a bank (I'd taken a bit of cash to pay for the MaccieD's just earlier). She then suggested we could go to somewhere I can't remember. I said, yeah, OK.

So we ferried there, parked up, she positively insisted upon paying the parking this time, and we went for a stroll. Apart from an occasional spot of rain and a few dogs, it was pleasant enough. We took a vid or two of each other being unutterably stupid, sat down on a bench for a while and discussed topics ranging from cricket, CW, injuries and mishaps (plenty of them on both sides), hay-fever, the year's weather, dogs, squirrels, brothers and sisters and the results of yelling at them for various things, and several other things. We then went back to the car, took a pic on my camcorder of the two of us (soon to be uploaded, hopefully), then drove back to Wolverhampton. Finally, the anticipated getting-lost happened, but we applied the usual principle: keep driving and eventually you'll find somewhere you know. We did, I dropped her back in town (we had passed her house, fortunately no-one was home so she didn't have to duck out of sight), she said she'd get a tram home, and despite me almost running her over as I drove out, no further mishap occurred.

My journey home was straightforward, with just the one stop for tea and petrol, and I got home in time for the 9 o'clock. I unpacked, and cracked open a Gaymer's Original. My dreams that night were of different matters, I regret to say.

That's a date

 

[Piper]

Oh, OK...

Well, after waking at 9:45 as prescribed, waking my brother to demand a rucksack of some sort and attaining said demand, I grabbed me some quick breakfast, and made me some lunch\tea (I hadn't yet decided) to take. I had to make sure to remember to take care of the P&H order at work, too, so after breakfast I popped up to the shop and printed the email, took it home and removed the stuff I needed to remove. I then packed the rucksack with lunch\tea, camcorder, CD-player with CDs, and laptop (just in case). I took my card from its hidey-place (no... you're not knowing that), inserted it into my wallet, grabbed some chewing-gun for the journey, chucked the rucksack and tapes (yes, B*Witched were included along with Elton John and The Darkness) in the car, put my phone on hands-free, and set off. After stopping for petrol at my usual place, I was soon on the M5, by about 11:10, speeding (no, not at more than 70mph ) up towards Wolverhampton. I had my route all planned, and I knew not much could go wrong until I got off the M5 as I know the thing virtually like the back of my hand. Sam texted me at about 20 to 12, saying could I find the bus-station instead of Molineux? Well, I stopped at some Services about an hour later, got out to stretch my legs a bit, texted back and said, well, sorry, I would, but I've got me route planned now. She texted back a bit later saying ah well, she'd have to find the place.

The rest of the journey was uneventful, no rain, no flying stones, and no pheasants. I got off at Jnct 1, followed the road prescribed (was easy enough) and continued to follow it. I stopped once or twice to keep checking the map - to my eternal amazement I was still on the right route. Eventually, without so much as one detour, I found the ring-road, took the correct turning off it, and got to Waterloo Road. After a short problem getting into the car-park, I found a way in and stopped. Thank God for that, was my first feeling. I replied to a text she'd sent me 10 minutes or so previously, saying she was there. Or at least, I tried to but Mum then texted me saying "you said you'd text me when you got there " I said, OK, I would, and I just this second have. I sent this text, looked to my right, and there, sure enough, stood Sam. I eventually persuaded her to step inside the vehicle, and we ferried to a car-park. After moaning at the outrageous charges (£1.50!!!!!!!! For barely an hour!!!!!!!!!!) I parked-up, we chatted a bit, then set off for the city centre. I saw nothing I liked the look of, really, except a MaccieD's, so we went there. Sam maintained steadfastly that she didn't want anything, though I offered, so I had me two fries (portions, that is, not single chips). We sat, me eating, then went for another walk as she took a trip to a bank (I'd taken a bit of cash to pay for the MaccieD's just earlier). She then suggested we could go to somewhere I can't remember. I said, yeah, OK.

So we ferried there, parked up, she positively insisted upon paying the parking this time, and we went for a stroll. Apart from an occasional spot of rain and a few dogs, it was pleasant enough. We took a vid or two of each other being unutterably stupid, sat down on a bench for a while and discussed topics ranging from cricket, CW, injuries and mishaps (plenty of them on both sides), hay-fever, the year's weather, dogs, squirrels, brothers and sisters and the results of yelling at them for various things, and several other things. We then went back to the car, took a pic on my camcorder of the two of us (soon to be uploaded, hopefully), then drove back to Wolverhampton. Finally, the anticipated getting-lost happened, but we applied the usual principle: keep driving and eventually you'll find somewhere you know. We did, I dropped her back in town (we had passed her house, fortunately no-one was home so she didn't have to duck out of sight), she said she'd get a tram home, and despite me almost running her over as I drove out, no further mishap occurred.

My journey home was straightforward, with just the one stop for tea and petrol, and I got home in time for the 9 o'clock. I unpacked, and cracked open a Gaymer's Original. My dreams that night were of different matters, I regret to say.

Hahaha yes you did nearly run me over!!! How nice is that? You forgot to mention that I got more lost than you trying to find the Molineux and I live here. But we went to Himley Hall dude and you scared of little puppies

 

[pasag]

Oh, OK...

Well, after waking at 9:45 as prescribed, waking my brother to demand a rucksack of some sort and attaining said demand, I grabbed me some quick breakfast, and made me some lunch\tea (I hadn't yet decided) to take. I had to make sure to remember to take care of the P&H order at work, too, so after breakfast I popped up to the shop and printed the email, took it home and removed the stuff I needed to remove. I then packed the rucksack with lunch\tea, camcorder, CD-player with CDs, and laptop (just in case). I took my card from its hidey-place (no... you're not knowing that), inserted it into my wallet, grabbed some chewing-gun for the journey, chucked the rucksack and tapes (yes, B*Witched were included along with Elton John and The Darkness) in the car, put my phone on hands-free, and set off. After stopping for petrol at my usual place, I was soon on the M5, by about 11:10, speeding (no, not at more than 70mph ) up towards Wolverhampton. I had my route all planned, and I knew not much could go wrong until I got off the M5 as I know the thing virtually like the back of my hand. Sam texted me at about 20 to 12, saying could I find the bus-station instead of Molineux? Well, I stopped at some Services about an hour later, got out to stretch my legs a bit, texted back and said, well, sorry, I would, but I've got me route planned now. She texted back a bit later saying ah well, she'd have to find the place.

The rest of the journey was uneventful, no rain, no flying stones, and no pheasants. I got off at Jnct 1, followed the road prescribed (was easy enough) and continued to follow it. I stopped once or twice to keep checking the map - to my eternal amazement I was still on the right route. Eventually, without so much as one detour, I found the ring-road, took the correct turning off it, and got to Waterloo Road. After a short problem getting into the car-park, I found a way in and stopped. Thank God for that, was my first feeling. I replied to a text she'd sent me 10 minutes or so previously, saying she was there. Or at least, I tried to but Mum then texted me saying "you said you'd text me when you got there " I said, OK, I would, and I just this second have. I sent this text, looked to my right, and there, sure enough, stood Sam. I eventually persuaded her to step inside the vehicle, and we ferried to a car-park. After moaning at the outrageous charges (£1.50!!!!!!!! For barely an hour!!!!!!!!!!) I parked-up, we chatted a bit, then set off for the city centre. I saw nothing I liked the look of, really, except a MaccieD's, so we went there. Sam maintained steadfastly that she didn't want anything, though I offered, so I had me two fries (portions, that is, not single chips). We sat, me eating, then went for another walk as she took a trip to a bank (I'd taken a bit of cash to pay for the MaccieD's just earlier). She then suggested we could go to somewhere I can't remember. I said, yeah, OK.

So we ferried there, parked up, she positively insisted upon paying the parking this time, and we went for a stroll. Apart from an occasional spot of rain and a few dogs, it was pleasant enough. We took a vid or two of each other being unutterably stupid, sat down on a bench for a while and discussed topics ranging from cricket, CW, injuries and mishaps (plenty of them on both sides), hay-fever, the year's weather, dogs, squirrels, brothers and sisters and the results of yelling at them for various things, and several other things. We then went back to the car, took a pic on my camcorder of the two of us (soon to be uploaded, hopefully), then drove back to Wolverhampton. Finally, the anticipated getting-lost happened, but we applied the usual principle: keep driving and eventually you'll find somewhere you know. We did, I dropped her back in town (we had passed her house, fortunately no-one was home so she didn't have to duck out of sight), she said she'd get a tram home, and despite me almost running her over as I drove out, no further mishap occurred.

My journey home was straightforward, with just the one stop for tea and petrol, and I got home in time for the 9 o'clock. I unpacked, and cracked open a Gaymer's Original. My dreams that night were of different matters, I regret to say.

The real question here is, did you make it back in time for Tuesday night in Exeter?

Yeah, yeah, Im leaving.

 

[Fiery]

Hahaha yes you did nearly run me over!!! How nice is that? You forgot to mention that I got more lost than you trying to find the Molineux and I live here. But we went to Himley Hall dude and you scared of little puppies

Roger Lodge here: Will you guys have another date?