And all of us had never been to Talamati!
Some episodes will have commentary from AW members in green, which they have graciously agreed to!
Anyway, it was a grey and stormy morning....
Actually not.
This was the worst organisational experience I had ever experienced with these morons, and that is saying a lot.
Preparational meeting at Brewers, 2 days before, 38 degrees celcius:
Goldenboy: "Jeez it's hot."
Borderline: "Where is Frewells?"
RP: "Frewells is working."
Dwarf: "Oh, ja, we is going on our trip!"
RP: "Yes, we've been organising for a year!"
Dwarf: "Ja! I must organise leave!
"RP: "Yes, that would rather be important, I think?"
Borderline: "ok! Must we bring food?"
I kid you not, they are pathetic!
Day of departure 05h00
Frew: "Tring tring."
RP: "Hello."
Frew: "I've locked myself in my bathroom. The key broke."
RP: "What?"
Frew: "Carry on without me....I am a drama queen..."
RP: "Ja, ok, we'll be there now. FFS, you are an adult!"
Frewells was home alone, understandably his family had left before the annual trip.
At least Goldenboy pitched up at my place, no Borderline, but we went to Frewells' house to investigate.
Frewells' bathroom was behind a security gate in the passage, as with many SA homes, so we could not reach him!
RP: "Tring tring!"
BL: "hello..."
RP: "Where are you?"
Bl: "Err, I overslept! Go on without me! I am a drama queen!"
RP: "No, we must free Frewells, bring an angle grinder..."
To cut a long story short, we got going eventually, assuming Dwarf had not gotten leave.
