Why?

It’s been a busy few days! I went down to Bristol on Friday night, and then on to Exmoor on Saturday morning. Did a five hour ‘yomp’ with a couple of guys I know from Uni, and finally made it back to the pub we were staying in by about 6.00 PM.

Boy I enjoyed my first pint. And the second one come to think of it. In fact, beer always tastes best after a good day in the fresh air.

It was a strange place where we stayed. There was a fox hunt (without the fox) going on around us while we were doing the walk. Dozens of dogs would just appear from nowhere, and then vanish all of a sudden. Then they’d all appear again, but from an entirely different direction. They sure keep themselves fit these fox hunt hounds.

Once back in village, we settled in to enjoy our beer. Outside there was a bunch of blokes wearing bells and hitting sticks in some sort of odd dance. This was followed by a brass band playing Christmas carols, who all decided to come into the pub for a quick beverage. After that, some odd people came in and handed out sheets of paper with carols printed on them. This chap then sat down at a piano and proceeded to play ‘Deck the halls…’, while several of the locals all piped up and sang along. By the second song most people were (thankfully) bored with this, and the guy finally gave up.

It was then that a rather feeble attempt to raise money for charity was initiated. Some sort of raffle was held, and instead of picking the winner (out of 76 tickets), they picked all the losers out first. 10% of the money raised was going to go to charity (unbelievably tight), and the remainder was going to go to the winner.

This was quite a stressful time for me, as I actually made it to the last two tickets. If I won, I was going to give all the winnings to charity (you don’t miss what you never had), so I was rather gutted when a fat, loud, and rather drunk woman from Bristol won it. It wasn’t long before her and her equally loud friends had drunk the winnings up. I think I was in bed by 11.00 PM. I was absolutely zonked.

The next day I had a look in some of the antique shops in the village. I’ve recently started collecting old Ordnance Survey maps, so I was quite pleased to find a few nice ones there. After that, we headed back to Bristol for a late lunch. After dropping various people off in locations across Surrey, I made it home by about 8.00 PM. One takeaway pizza later and I was ready for bed. Which is where I’m going now – I’m still zonked!

Oh yes, one more thing. The title of this post is Why? Some unbelievably sad git has pinched the badge off my car! Now I could understand this if I drove a Ferrari or perhaps even a BMW (though I’d still be irritated), but I drive a bloody Rover! Who the hell would want to steal a bloody Rover badge? There are some real losers out there! Anyway, my head hurts. Definitely time for bed!