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Day 13 6/8/09

Road to Exmouth

Stevie after 3 days of not fallin in love

Woke about 8 to the sound of Mick ‘loves the snoring’ Dundee. The loud bastid; we could hear him half way across the campsite and him asleep inside a bloody bus! The Thai bride was no doubt off shooting kangaroos for his breakfast. Dyin disease bastards of flies were back in numbers, See quote of the day. We ate the usual wallpaper paste for breakfast, washed down with the good old orange crush. We had barely decided where we were going when Steve ‘chompin at the bit’ Creaven was off; trail of red dust bailing out the back of the Magna. Seven years in the motor trade my hole, seven years tearing round Salthill arm welded to the window pure hard, he aint bothered bout nauthin!

Arrived in Exmouth at about two o clock. Finto Goss and Eugene Greaney of G&G security services swaggered into the campsite reception and blagged two nights free accommodation. It worked, Yes Bhoys! But unfortunately Fintos “peach epidemic” struck again. Straining to understand the dribble that was coming out of his mouth the receptionist thought he said there were two not a few of us camping. Long story short she changed her mind and only gave us one free night on condition that we only bring one car and one tent into the campsite. So we spent the first hour of our stay in Exmouth trying to squeeze all our camping stuff into one car. Pure Tetris shit, absolute torture! It wasn’t long before we bumped into the three stooges Shane Niall and Jimmy all burnt to a crisp still loving the Carlton Dry, Dry my hole its definitely wet its beer for f**k sake! Jenny and Amy pulled in and parked in the spot next to us and sure enough two mins later Rach and Georgia hoped the fence. 4 for the price of 2 no less! Rach is actually eddy hobbs daughter! Amy oz and Rachel oz our lovely girls turned groupies spotted our tent while passing and called in to say hi. By the way if your reading this Rachel you owe me 20 bucks I didn’t forget that I lent it to you it was just a little awkward asking for it backJ

After polishing off Spag Bol and Goon for dinner we assembled the motley crew round the tent for a bit of a session and a listen to a few of gino’s prank calls on Amanda’s speakers. Mario Rosenstoke, take note this mans unreal at these! The first prank was as Ricky Michaels an ozzy police officer, with a call to Rosie Ryans brother asking him to give a character witness over the phone as Rosie had been arrested for drunk and disorderly behaviour. He then rang Smarthomes (Irelands leader in home wiring solutions) shamless plug, pretending to be John Maughan a respected member of the local pikey community asking to get his caravan fitted out with surround sound. There were people chocking, puking and crying listening to it funniest thing you will ever hear but only because we lost the “Desmond Mackin Please” prank. The session it ended when we finished all the stout, the air mattresses inflated and the sleeping bags rolled out. One by one we fell asleep, Stevie had a dream, he dreamt he didn’t look like that ugly French footballer who plays for that shitty German team.

Quote of the Day: “Look at the amount of flies on me, its like a  f***ing ad for Trocaire”- Gino

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