Funny email jokes - J.O.N. Spells Jon (RTTS03)
Madam Ros, saviour of the planet and assistant mission officer to the General. Also a lively prime target for the Punk Boys.
Gaz. Warlord with no hair. Wanted on da East side for the imfamous afro drive-bys of '93
Smooth. The original inspiration for Robbie Williams.He loves it, anyone, and anywhere, so long as its in a skirt it's worth a go. Well it is isn't it????
Left: Phil 'I was only playin and it got stuck' Zip-tie man, ouch.Right: Keith 'Umbongo da bongo' of 'da bitches aint shit tribe' wanted in all states of america for major Gin and Juice drinkin.
Poontang Clan! Left to right :Smooth 'as Gaz's head' Smoothy
Gaz 'not Baz' All that Jazz
And the amazing 'A Blue stick should do it' Brendan da Basha Billbo Baggins, whose panel bashing skills proved rather useful...
The view from the tent on Friday. Looks like rain doesn't it?!!! Only good for beer drinking, which is lucky cos thats what I did. Which was nice.
Da beach. Almost flew here but not quite. Surf was up but no one was home. Pussies.
Only in Newquay... The pigs actually go round removing the 'super soakers' from little kids, making them cry and turn to a life of crime.
We went for a bit of a fly, which was lovely - pure air coming off the sea and hitting 50m+ high cliff face, L.O.V.E.L.Y.
With Ros asleep, and having just emptied 9 beers down the portaloo I bumped into these boncazz boys who seem to know what da score was so we went into town with them and drank beer.
Once again J.O.N. spells Jon, Jon the taxi driver. Bless him.
RUN you fat bastards! Trotting through the back alleys somewhere in Newquay town centre. Must drink beer. MUST DRINK BEER!!!
This is exactly what it looked like. Man I was a bit pissed. Some dam full pub in town, Sailors I think. Wasn't there a stripper that night?
Smooth shooting some pool with Gaz. I began to loose it here. Sorry.
Anyway so we tried to get into this nightclub but I didn't have a ticket. Sob. But hey, it was time for a mission. Somehow I made it back to the site and went to the main arena. Mr Scruff was playing, dam he was good. Trapeze artists swinging from the ceiling. I danced for a couple of hours to da funk.
The trapeze artist in question. Nice and peachy.
Mr Scruff himself. I have no more photos (sniffle) - but lads, if you read this please get in touch and send me some more pics. J.O.N. spells Jon. Thanks lads.
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