soothing voice
It’s ok. Can you remember your name?
Dementia or Alzheimer’s, , or are you Dozy in disguise ?
Lost,by the sound of things!
Toby, can’t you put him in contact with the Mayors daughter? She can help
switchlogic:
Toby, can’t you put him in contact with the Mayors daughter? She can help
Yeh she could have helped, depends what she looks like though
Ended up parking on an ind est, cooking (well, microwaving ) in the cab.
robroy:
Ended up parking on an ind est, cooking (well, microwaving ) in the cab.
That’s a shame you missed out on all that nice selection of real ale
the coach and lorry park is still there, if your coming into Caernarvon turn right at second roundabout and go through the
car park.
bazwho:
the coach and lorry park is still there, if your coming into Caernarvon turn right at second roundabout and go through the
car park.
Ok, so that’s the first r/about past Morrisons yeh?
As I said, it used to be before Morrisons in the corner, but there’s a fuel station there now.
And to go even further back,80s/90s, they used to let you park on the Castle car park, but that was the days before we were officially classed as ‘undesireables’
robroy:
switchlogic:
Toby, can’t you put him in contact with the Mayors daughter? She can help
Yeh she could have helped, depends what she looks like though
Ended up parking on an ind est, cooking (well, microwaving ) in the cab.
I always say tramping is what you make of it Rob. It’s not a bloody endurance test. With a bit of thought you could’ve been parked up with a pint at a weatherspoons not sitting like a loaner in a ■■■■ soaked industrial estate.
James the cat:
robroy:
switchlogic:
Toby, can’t you put him in contact with the Mayors daughter? She can help
Yeh she could have helped, depends what she looks like though
Ended up parking on an ind est, cooking (well, microwaving ) in the cab.
I always say tramping is what you make of it Rob. It’s not a bloody endurance test. With a bit of thought you could’ve been parked up with a pint at a weatherspoons not sitting like a loaner in a ■■■■ soaked industrial estate.
Well you could have told me all that before I parked there.
Yeh fair enough Beaver, … ,.I’m even starting to sound like an old git to myself.
robroy:
James the cat:
robroy:
switchlogic:
Toby, can’t you put him in contact with the Mayors daughter? She can help
Yeh she could have helped, depends what she looks like though
Ended up parking on an ind est, cooking (well, microwaving ) in the cab.
I always say tramping is what you make of it Rob. It’s not a bloody endurance test. With a bit of thought you could’ve been parked up with a pint at a weatherspoons not sitting like a loaner in a ■■■■ soaked industrial estate.
Well you could have told me all that before I parked there.
You’ll learn one day Rob, then it’s no more lay-bys and ind estates for you. I’ll let you have the advice for free to pass on to others.