Jon "The Annoying Bastard" Priestley!

Monday 11 June,Travel Day


Yep,another night with Jon and yes he did get some punches and pillow hits. (See my last blog "Too Close for Comfort" for details).We were supposed to leave at 9:30am but we overslept and left about 11:00am instead.Jon paid £4 for a shitty little bacon roll at the hotel bar too!

This was going to be a long journey for us all.But Martin,who lives in Liverpool was gunna have the longest journey of all.He had to take Jon back to his place near Leamington Spa,then me back to Cheltenham,then himself back to Liverpool.
It pissed it down with rain most of the way,the wind was stupidly strong and Jon found a button on the dash board that he decided if anyone presses it,including himself,he would make a siren sound until somebody turned it off.Fucking annoying bastard!

Martin noticed the mile counter reached 666.6 miles since he hired it a few days ago so being bored and nothing else to do and it being the number of the beast and all that, I seized the opportunity to get a photo.But I bloody forgot to take the 10 second timer off and just on the 9th beep of the timer,it went onto 667.0 miles despite Martin's attempts to slow down,unbelievable!

Missed photo op

As you can imagine,it was a boring journey.Jon got even more annoying by continuing to make siren noises in my fuckin' ear and apart from the Buzzards and Kestrels there was not much happening in the way of photos.Here's one of my favourite slogans on a truck:

Remember,there's not much to do when you're travelling home 

 About half an hour before we dropped Jon off,he noticed there was another 3 buttons next to the "siren" button.So the annoying bastard decided to create even more noises to go with them and him and Martin proceeded to press them at random intervals for the rest of Jon's journey.Luckily,I knew we were dropping him off shortly,thank fuck!

Jon fucked off finally then I was on the home straight.Only an hour to go.We got within 20 mins of Cheltenham and hit a traffic Jam.And it wasn't moving.I couldn't believe it.We were sat there for a good 20/25 mins.I even started to calculate how long it would take me to Yomp it back home from where we were.It was pissing with rain but I had waterproofs and my bag has a waterproof cover too so all my gear would stay dry.I know I can run a mile with a 4 stone bag on my back in 7 mins so I could alternate between running and walking every mile.I'd be home in a few hours.Luckily the traffic started moving so all was good.I was then home in the next 20 mins.Poor old Martin had to then drive back to Liverpool.He didn't bother in the end,he stayed at a hotel in Cheltenham instead.
And that's the crazy rock n roll world of travel days.

Falmouth report next.

Magic Dave