MikeB and the old school
Discussion
k is Alice... 
BadRed said:
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Nice to see Angie and you back in the summer, lovely car always welcome to pop along to our stuff you know that!
They were good times, remember when you took me up to have a look at the fixed head? That was good of you thanks...
Nice to see Blaine posting on this one, Glenn gave me the "heads Up" on the wwm tvrcc forum that you had been posting certain images on here....you know I still have that plate!...no idea why I am keeping it!
We really miss Jan and Gandalf...they were brilliant company too....he just came up with the best ever ventures out...totally mad....that run to Maliag....Muncaster....Fleet Air Arm museum.....happy days for sure...
BadRed said:
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I tried to get to the Ace for London Thunder but got held up on the M4 but we did park up on Whitehall eventually.
Hope Angie and yourself are keeping well. Trust she likes the TR better than the Tiv?
FFG
BadRed said:
Doing good thank matey, still into cars and tempted by Steve's 450..... but you cant piz backwards. Running a mint 1974 TR6 at the moment, its a bit tame but a proper British sports car. 
The TR club is a bit quiet, but you know me, I am trying my best to liven things up!
what you up to?
Number plates similar The TR club is a bit quiet, but you know me, I am trying my best to liven things up!
what you up to?
My brothers car recently back from a referb
BadRed said:
Chicken Run 2006?
Wedgefest 2006 and a good friend Steve
Angie, an inflatable dog and my old friend Simon (rip) in the background, up some mountain in North Wales
We had some good ...it's Gandalf's fault that I own the FHC ....always remember the conversation with him telling I needed to get rid of that girlie car and a proper car like a wedge....I says mate Ginny would never let me sell the Chimaera, the only way would be to go for TVR with four seats...so that's a Cerbera...and they kill you in the wallet area....and it needs to be a V8....he contacts me weeks later and says "boy look at this" sends ebay ref number....shows me how to use an auction steeler ...the rest is history!Wedgefest 2006 and a good friend Steve
Angie, an inflatable dog and my old friend Simon (rip) in the background, up some mountain in North Wales
Top bloke...and yes a shame that Simon is no longer with us ...nice chap...
blaineuk said:
can't afford shoes now, got a house to rebuild, girls are old enough to buy there own shoes now.
8 years
Hi Mate,8 years
Give me a shout if you need help on the house....owe you a few hours ...You did a cracking job on painting my wedge by all accounts!
Hope that things are good with Nikki and the girls..long time no see
I remember...
Meeting MikeB at the first Wedgefest (about a million years ago!)... he was jumping up and down (in his restrained Welsh way) and saying "I can't believe it's really 'appening... I can't believe it's really 'appening... I can't believe it's really 'appening...!
And Roger Tallbloke blagging a lift down to a later Fest (2007 I think) with me after his original driver broke an arm. As payment he said he'd wangle me 'a room' at the pub in Ettington, he had a room booked with the broken-armed guy.
So by about 3 in the morning when bedtime came, no mention had been made of 'the room' I was getting: it turned out to be the floor of the room that Rog and his mate had
So I'm lying on a dog-stinking carpet with a coat for a pillow while Rog's mate lies on his back on a single bed, broken arm on a prop, snoring like a chainsaw... and Roger on the other bed, also snoring his head off, while I lay there stuffing socks in my ears and spitting dog hairs.
Next morning Roger blagged a lift to East Midlands airport off me: it was the first time I'd ever had satnav in the car and we hit some naughty speeds up the M69. I had to get back sharpish as I was taking Nursy for our second date (picnic up on Ilkley Moor, and yes it was bar t'at), I recall trying to tart myself up in the Gents at Woolley Edge services and hoping whe wouldn't get close enough to smell Eau D'Irish Wolfhound.
Also the long drive to south Wales to get Mark Uglymug's car going: the boot lid was covered in food and drink as I recall; some lanky beardy bloke (;)) was taking photos although I don't think I ever saw any of them.
It was hilarious when the engine finally caught: Mark had parked the car over an open pit with no silencer in the exhaust and his house faced across a lovely valley. I should think they heard it in Ffestiniog
Next year will be my 20th with a Wedge. I might even get to drive mine if the company stops taking on big jobs at the other end of the bloody country
Meeting MikeB at the first Wedgefest (about a million years ago!)... he was jumping up and down (in his restrained Welsh way) and saying "I can't believe it's really 'appening... I can't believe it's really 'appening... I can't believe it's really 'appening...!
And Roger Tallbloke blagging a lift down to a later Fest (2007 I think) with me after his original driver broke an arm. As payment he said he'd wangle me 'a room' at the pub in Ettington, he had a room booked with the broken-armed guy.
So by about 3 in the morning when bedtime came, no mention had been made of 'the room' I was getting: it turned out to be the floor of the room that Rog and his mate had
So I'm lying on a dog-stinking carpet with a coat for a pillow while Rog's mate lies on his back on a single bed, broken arm on a prop, snoring like a chainsaw... and Roger on the other bed, also snoring his head off, while I lay there stuffing socks in my ears and spitting dog hairs.
Next morning Roger blagged a lift to East Midlands airport off me: it was the first time I'd ever had satnav in the car and we hit some naughty speeds up the M69. I had to get back sharpish as I was taking Nursy for our second date (picnic up on Ilkley Moor, and yes it was bar t'at
), I recall trying to tart myself up in the Gents at Woolley Edge services and hoping whe wouldn't get close enough to smell Eau D'Irish Wolfhound.Also the long drive to south Wales to get Mark Uglymug's car going: the boot lid was covered in food and drink as I recall; some lanky beardy bloke (;)) was taking photos although I don't think I ever saw any of them.
It was hilarious when the engine finally caught: Mark had parked the car over an open pit with no silencer in the exhaust and his house faced across a lovely valley. I should think they heard it in Ffestiniog
Next year will be my 20th with a Wedge. I might even get to drive mine if the company stops taking on big jobs at the other end of the bloody country
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