(BRBR)HARDCORE HANGOVER CENTRE

I feel as if I've been dragged through a hedge backwards!

Yo Friends

Where should I start?

Standing in Prestwick Airport,after a crazy drive through one of Scotlands worst roads,my gaze transfixed on the Arrivals Gate,when out they came.........

Messers CockBoss n Fuckfast came rolling through the gate looking similar to Jonny Depp as Hunter S Thompson in Fear n Loathing.And your clanleader though "So it begins!!!!"

After a warm homecoming style greeting,we jumped into the (BRBR)Cheftain Tank and sped back up the M77.Many laughs were had on the journey up,and my intention when we got to HQ was a whiskey then bed.No chance,4 beers and 2 whiskeys later,we hit the hay at 3.30am.

Friday fun time,a journey into the mountains for our Swedish hero's.I left them with a rope,a bin bag and a picture of Madwoman and told them to find their way off the mountain.Da Boyz came through well.
Friday evening,a sorry state of affairs was our Pitboss.After a night in the local pub and a complementary Aftershock from Stitch Jones he was reallin.Master Buckfast alerted me whilst I was entertaining a female from the Nurses Barracks that I had to come and see somethin.People I had to hold my laugh in and pretend I was annoyed,Buck was pointing to a large plant pot placed strategically on my hall carpet.On asking him how this item got their(I thought it my be a bomb from a rival clan)he said Pitboss brought it there(Was this him proving his devotion to the cause,by bringing his gr8 leader a plantpot?).I excused Buckie,and made for Pit's bunk,only to find a half dead shagsack lying face down,snoring like ships horn,and farting in a rhythym not unlike the frog chorus.From now on He'll be known as (BRBR)PLANT POT PIT.I thought,what the f**k next.

Saturday, and sniper Stitch Jones drew up in his pimp mobille.We had for Heaven(AKA Ibrox Stadium).And watched the beautiful blues beat Stitch's steelmen 4-0(Rangers vs Motherwell),nice nice nice!!!From there it was out to the west end of Glasgow for some Ice Cold Guiness,refreshed by Irelands best export,we hit the Rock Cafe for copious amounts of Becks on draught(Pit dropped his passport,thought Buck was gonna punch his tits out).From there,it was off to The Cathouse(A club for people who couldn't get on the xtras list for the Lost Boys movie).The dance floor was empty with most people staring at the floor.Then out of the Fog came our very own John Travolta,Micheal Flatly Riverdancin MOFO(BRBR)BucKFasT tearin up tha floor like someone had stuck a firecracker up his butt.PPL I was laughing so hard I almost shat myself.From there on in,it was a full floor all night,with our comrade taking Riverdancing classes on the stage.After a taxi home we dropped dead.

Sunday,and the grand finalle.When we finally pulled our heads outta our asses,I cranked up Hamburger Hill on the Video for the Boyz,and left for the kitchen,muhahahahahahahahah!After a few hours prep the troops had a tray with Scottish Magnificence in front of them.Yep,you guessed it Haggis,Nipes n Tatties (Haggis,Turnip and Mashed Potatoes:for all of you who dont abla)
I wish I had had my camera ready Riot people,they're faces were a picture.Still,gotta hand it to them,after several coments of "What the F**k is that S**t " they tucked in,and managed to keep it down.They'll never ave to prove their manhood in any other way.The drinking comenced again straight away,Buckie screamin his way through 2 bottles of Buckfast,and Pit n I destroying the remaining beer rations.Stitch had invited us down to the pub for another fun filled evening,our man Pit's face became very foccused,revenge was on his mind for the Aftershock 2 nights previous.I've never seen anyone ply Stitch with so many drinks in such a short space of time before,and guess where took the brunt of his following human hurricane,yep Castle Rothenstein.It already smelled like a brewers floor,then Mr Jones hit the house hard.I woke in the morning to find him falling around my flat saying "Sllllloooorrryyyy ffffrrr thhaaaa poookkkk,lsttt maaaa keyyyyy,bye"And that was it!That was Stitch's apology.Later i found that he had been doing an Excorcist puke scene in my kitchen,broke my finest bedroom plant and fallen asleep with a beer stuck to his face(he's in solitary confinement as we speak)

Monday mornin,and I'm fallin.......After looking at the bombsite that was my house,I threw our Swedish maniacs into the (BRBR)Cheiftan again for the long trip back to Prestwick,dropped them off,many thnakyou's were exchanged and off they went,on a Hercules back to Stockie.I am thrilled to have met 2 great people,they are both testament to the amazing group we are getting together here at the Riot,and I would like to thank them for travelling the long journey to Jockland.(But hey,they're both still wankers of the highest order,don't matter how much i like em,they'll always be supreme strokers,lol).

I'm off to find another flat!!!

LUV

Big Rothy