Haha as an Englishman,and at the moment iam unable to have a dig at the state of Welsh Rugby

back to the BC


Emerges from cabin, scratches stubbble then man scratches, farts and yawns (yes all at the same time)

Morning ship mates i see we are all shipshape and bristol fashion, whos for a fine greasy fry up?
Paula, get yer jugs out (sts)....oh i forgot, you didnt get them when you went awol last time did you?

*puts on grill, frypan and the large hot water geizer*

Edited at 08:58 Tue 4/03/08 (GMT)

You're taking this thing up the Thames???

Thanks for the toast Paula. I'm good, just recovering from bedsores now!

*Mumbles(AGAIN) hate being the only girl on this stupid thing!*


*Makes Her Stell his cuppa, hands him it(an the tea) and Pecks his cheek, there ya go baby ))*

*looks at Bob*, erm yeah i think it goin up the Thames sts *finds some e45 and throws to Bob,,,CATCHHHH, for ya bedsores(Eeew pmsl)

*Hugs a smelly stubbly, farty smelling Tids and scruches her face up as she does*

Ya want Jugs eh?

soooooo Its Oz via the thames then is it?
Stella the navigator messed up the sat nav....AGAIN has he? oh well theres plenty of wind (sts) for the sails. soooooo journey forth for the great E45 cream....come too think of it, all this sea air is making my skin a bit dry......party size it is then

oh noooooo i just spilt egg down me top

*scrapes it off and eats it*

yeah...i want jugs, that reminds me...did you get any melons when you went away, i do like nice juicy melons yer know

Right then lets have control of the ship!!

*Place hands on the wheel, and expertly navigates up the Thames (which is quite some feat, becauase i thought we were in California)..........

Anyhooo i digress.......*puffs on cuban and swigs from can, avoiding tugboats and the like*

I am assure by BB all supplies are loaded and we are ready to "Rock and Roll" Oz it is..........*sings*........"I am sailing, Iam sailing .......Hooooooome again.......cross the sea.......*

PMSLLLLLLLLLLLLL

*Looks at the glorious sun*

Hey Tids..Look..*shakes em* WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO and no i never got ya melons, cos ya slobber wen you eat them!

*drapes her arms over her Stell as he steers the ship and whispers..pspspspspsps ok bab?*


I need a shower, shout me when the tea is done, am NOT cooking!


*goes for a shower*

*Looks at the glorious sun*

Need to take the tint off them glasses hun !!......Its bloody cloudy!! We are sailing up the Thames now ( God knows how we got here!!)

pspspsppsps OH!!!
*Puts ship on auto pilot, and heads off back to cabin*

*Hangs sign on cabin door*

*gets out of shower and heads for cabin*..OH! better not disturb him he's got the sign up! (LMAOOOOOO)

*Goes to walk away*..Hnag on, its MY CABIN!

*goes in*


OOER! *drops towel in shock*

TIIIIIIIIIIIDS!STELLAAAAAAAAA!
whats going on in here?
















LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

*looks down and shouts*

IM NOT IN THERE PAULA IM UP HERE

*waves from the crows nest*

I can see the london eye from here, looks like autopilot doesnt listen to sat nav, we are going all over the place, wake stella quiiiiick

*panics*

Edited at 19:15 Tue 4/03/08 (GMT)

OOER! Sorry bout that Tids, it was a doll..i thought it was you! Phew..

Dont panic ya girl!!! He will sort it soon..

Want some food eh?

Food, at a time like this???? its crisis time

*manicly panics*

Wake up stella or we will be wearing that London eye in a bit........

*cringes*

we are rapidly heading for it

*starts cacking his pants*

But chuck us up a bacon butty first though eh dollface? cheers me darlin'

(lmao)

*shouts*


"BOBBBBBBBBBBBBB Come an elp tids will ya , my stells having a lie in"


*Puts the radio on and sings as she cooks*

I'm up, I'm up!
*strolls out on deck*
What's going on?

*rolls eyes and huffs*

oh for heavens sake ill do it meself

*shimmers down the pole from the crows nest, runs up to stellas door, with a swift commando style kick tids removes the door from its hinges, tids prizes stella from his ...ahem... cuddly toy (sts)drags stella out by his ankles and props him up against the main mastpole and shouts*

LOOOOOOOK get to yer station you lazy so and so before we wear that

*points to London eye*

OOER! Lmaooo



Bob look *Points to tids being all girly* Tis him fs, he panics for nowt *mouths the words Tis his old age Bob*

And Tids ya can get my Stell away from that pole lmao he doesnt like poles


*Serves the bacon butties*

he blooming likes pole dancers tho

*slaps stella across the face with a rotten halibut*

wake up god damn it we heading for disaster

bob,paula strap the main brace and prepare for impact...its gonna hurt this one

*winces*

You mean we're gonna crash?

*Dives overboard*

*shouts*

get back here yer yellow belly aussie varmin, we need to get stella awake and incontrol of the ship, he has the code to unlock the faulty autopilot

WHATTTTTTTTTTTTT!

*Jaw drops and so does her bacon butty*

Whats going on!

AM SCARED!

*Cries*

*Remembers how bad the Thames water can be*

Erm, good idea Tids, I'll be out in a jiffy

*quickly climbs back aboard and does whatever it is Tids said*

Edited at 12:11 Wed 5/03/08 (GMT)