Present: Chris, Sian (driving), Marina, Al, Stacey, Louise, George
Here you go. Even formatted it for you, so if you’re uploading it to the site, you don’t have to faff about. (If you desperately want a *serious* trip report, I have one in my online journal, so I can give you the link. But, I like this one better ;)). -Marina ————————————————– What we’re gonna do right here is go back, way back, back into time. When the only people that existed were troglodytes…cave men… cave women…Neanderthal…troglodytes. Let’s take the average cave man at home, listening to his stereo. Sometimes he’d get up, try to do his thing. He’d begin to move, something like this: “Dance…dance”. When he got tired of dancing alone, he’d look in the mirror: “Gotta find a woman gotta find a woman gotta find a woman gotta find a woman”. He’d go down to the lake where all the woman would be swimming or washing clothes or something. He’d look around and just reach in and grab one. “Come here…come here”. He’d grab her by the hair. You can’t do that today, fellas, cause it might come off. You’d have a piece of hair in your hand and she’d be swimming away from you (ha-ha). This one woman just lay there, wet and frightened. He said: “Move…move”. She got up. She was a big woman. BIG woman. Her name was Bertha. Bertha Butt. She was one of the Butt sisters. He didn’t care. He looked up at her and said: “Sock it to me sock it to me sock it to me sock it to me sock it to me sock it to me sock it to me sock it to me!”. She looked down on him. She was ready to crush him, but she began to like him. She said (falsetto): “I’ll sock it to ya, Daddy”. He said: “Wha?”. She said (falsetto): “I’ll sock it to ya, Daddy”. You know what he said? He started it way back then. I wouldn’t lie to you. When she said (falsetto) “I’ll sock it to ya, Daddy” he said “Right on! Right on! Hotpants! Hotpants! Ugh…ugh…ugh”.
We went down Heron Pot. There were lakes (well. Perhaps not. But there was quite a bit of water in any case). There were women (me, Stacey, Louise and Sian – who wasn’t in the lake, but sleeping in the car instead), and there was a Big Butt (belonging to Chris, which hung out all over the place as he seemed to have holes in every trouser related item). We turned into Troglodytes for the day, grunting and dancing to Cave Oddity, making jokes in some strange Troglodyte language (which sounded very much like French), and crawling around in the lakes. We also went down Valley Entrance where we did the same thing. Somewhere in the middle a local decided he didn’t like Troglodytes hanging out the back of cars, so he came after us in his white landrover. After that, we went hunting for prehistoric beer (Black Sheep Ale) and meat (kebabs).
(Lyrics courtesy of The Jimmy Castor Bunch.)
Marina