Once upon a time there were Four lads, One called Cliff, One called Hari, One called Mark and another called Nick. Over worked and Under paid, they were in desperate need of a break as far away from home/work as possible.
One Friday evening they were all sitting in the pub drinking large quantitys of Beer and Cider when one of them, The cleverest, best looking one, Cliff (that's me) came up with a brilliant Idea. His parents had just bought a Holiday Cottage in Mousehole (Prenounced mouzle) that hadn't been furnished but was in need of some brute force to move heavy things from downstairs to upstairs. " Lets go to Cornwall" said cliff to the others. errrrr, ok said the others. All of a sudden , like a ray of sunshine, all four geeza's had beaming smiles and were no longer down in the dumps.
Early the next Saturday morning all four lads except Cliff (3 lads then)were packed, dressed and waiting to be picked up. Unfortunately cliff had decided to stay in Bed for an extra 20 minutes so he wasn't quite on time for a change.
Realising that everyone was probably Packed, dressed and waiting to be picked up, Cliff sat bolt up right in bed and said to himself "ahhhh
, they can waite a bit longer". Fourty minutes later cliff had rounded up the Boyz and they se toff up the M4 on their 300 mile journey to a place that they had only dreamed about (Coz they'd never been there).
For the next part of ' A journey to a far and away place ' login in a day or two and I might have written it. It's a true story by the way, Not one of these fictional 40 foot wave type things.
See ya