Abbey Road

And here is photographical evidence.

A weekend of motorway driving, river boating, larger drinking ( in Mathews case Ale ) Vr grounding, grunge crunking, and anything else with a 'ing on the end.

Kingston is a town where I've been before, and i have to say I quite like the place, and it just so happens its where Mr James ' Orlando ' Ford, as his facebook say, lives.. So when Myself and Matt are offerd a overnight stop off, with Larger, noodles, and boats, plus as a mega bonus - a bed, on the way to Birmingham, who are we to say no? The next day it was up at the crack of dawn (11am) and to Meet Elliot and Lee Somewhere along the M40

I think its safe to say we fucked it. We spent more time then we should sitting at a BP just on the way out from Kingston, watching expensive people with there expensive cars drive in and out, including a background noise that resulted in me and James with 'bullet in ya head, bullet in ya chest' stuck with us for the next 4 hours.

I would say we were probably a good 45minutes behind the lead car, and at this point in time, i would like to point out that i was trying to run in a brand new driveshaft, that still doesnt feel like its run in..

Stopped off at Coventry, to pic up troops. And take some pics

Arive in Brum, and as your probably guessing this is where the challenge was layed down. If your wondering on reasons why.. Think of it as a technical excersise, just to see if it can be done, mixed in with a feeling of not wanting to leave the vr in plain view in a strange and scary place.

So now thats out of the way let the night commence.

Im pretty sure we broke some of the hotels fire regulations that night.

And as for Audio Bullys, and ' the Custard Factory ' ? Well all i can say, is ive never been to a place like it, walking & at times running, through miles of industrial estate late at night, is a very hard feeling to describe, think of Libity city from Grand theft Auto, and you will come pretty close. All in all, i remember mad bass, ' three for ten pounds ' And 5 hours straight of skanking, the only breaks taken, were toiliets, more over priced larger, and by the end as much water as Mine Ryans, and Matts bladder could hold.

Bed was at 5am, wake up was at 10am. And i was back home by 2.30pm with another epic weekend to put on the list behind me. Oh, and the Audio Bullys we nothing special.

Thats my story. And thanks to James for the Pics, i need to get me his phototaking machine.

And untill next time..

Good night, and God bless.