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July 2002 |
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Quality hits such as “Hate me Now” and “Come with me” from Puff Daddy (as he was then known) inspired us to get to some place called Bardsey, which was near Leeds. Note to self : Never listen to David Allan. He told us to come to Leeds to pick him up. Fair enough. But when he’s actually based miles away in Bradford, you have to question his little cranium. |
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As expected, the campsite doesn’t like groups of guys, even handsome loveable types like us. So Bolton and Gordon had to use their boyish charm to talk the confused lady into letting us in. It became apparent that folk down in England liked our accent, either that or couldn’t understand a work and just let us in anyway... |
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So tents down, and off to the local watering hole...except...we were miiiiiiles away from where Mr Allen should have told us to be - so it was taxi time. We’d met our first Englishwoman, the campsite owner - who was nice enough - now it was time to put all prejudices behind us and see what Englishmen were really like... |
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“You look like a bunch of male prostitutes out looking for business” says the taxi driver in his Leeds twang.... |
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Way to turn the tide, old boy. |
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Ok, surely this was to be an exception...or a joke! hahaha... |
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ha |
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....(sigh) |
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