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VESPA GIRL : THE THINKING GIRLS SCOOTY COLUMN.
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Why do I torture myself everytime? WHY??…Because it’s a bloody good laugh!!
15+ scooters met up to do an Easter Egg Run, everyone was in high spirits, although them “fuck off” big clouds were looming! We set off and sure to be, the heavens opened and we got soaked! I’m sure one guy in particular with his chromed up Vespa was totally pissed off, but he never showed it – bless him! It was all for a good cause afterall.
We got to our collection point, loaded up and off we trundled to our drop off destination. Along the way some mindless gobshite thought it would be a good idea to throw a bottle at us, missing us by inches, it never stopped us though. We dropped the eggs off and set off to a pub for a well-earned drink, dry out and a scooby snack.
That evening a regular do was being held, so I never stayed long at the pub coz I had to ride home 22 miles to get ready then catch the train back in to the city.
Myself and a few of other mates met up at 8pm, it didn’t take us long to get into the swing of things, a few more pubs then we set off for the venue. Cheap beer, fab tunes and plenty of dancing – it was a Fabulous night, everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, well I did because whenever I fall down it’s a sign of a good night – and I did just that, in the MIDDLE of the dancefloor! There’s me thinking it was the boots I was wearing – How Naïve!! After two of the lads yanking me up from the floor, I took the beggers off and ventured back to do a few more moves!
The evening was coming to an end and a few of us decided a curry would complete the night. Do you think I can remember what I ate, infact I don’t think I ate anything, I remember it being put in front of me and the next thing being woken up with my head on the table and the taxi was waiting!
I don’t remember the journey home as I had flaked out in a drunken stupor all the way home. I got in the house and realised that I had lost my phone, anybody and everybody’s number was on there! I woke up the next morning feeling gutted and feeling the worst I had ever felt in a long time, nevermind eh there’s a few weeks yet I thought for some R & R before the next do and then it’s the first rally of the season for me….Stroll on !!!!!!!! |
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PRECIOUS
I got home this one day from being out in town with my mates. I came into the living room where my dad was sat reading the newspaper. I said Hi Dad, ‘as you do’, he looked over the top of his paper and his eyebrows were meeting. This was a sure sign that he was pissed off, and I was about to get a shoe-in!! I can remember thinking, what have I done now, I have been good for ages!!
His words to me then came out. Get that bloody parka off your back and give it ere. I asked “why”. He replied, why, because I have been reliably informed that you were seen smoking and heard swearing.
Defence mode crept in.. “But I haven’t dad”.
Upon my answer he searched my pockets and found a pack of 10 fags. I shit myself, I thought he was gonna hang draw and quarter me!!
He shouted at me to get out the back garden, now my ass was making buttons. It wasn’t easy being a copper’s daughter, I always had stick for it and used to rebel and not listen to my dad because I’d only get stick from my mates, well the punishment I had next was the worst ever, it has scarred me for life.
When I got out the back there was an old oil drum my father used to use to burn debris etc, well my Flight jacket with all my patches Rally and mod on it was in this drum, my dad threw my parka in with it and set them on fire!!! I couldn’t believe what he was doing, I cried rivers!! That parka was Precious, I had artwork painted on it and badges that I knew were rare… What a thing to do.
Mates from back then still comment at what my dad did. I have a new-ish parka these days, and when I go down my dad’s he often scowls at it, maybe I should get one of them fabric badges you get on sofa’s “Fire Resistant” and point it out to him once in a while!!
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NON STOP DANCING
(PONTROPHENIA II)
What a night! They just get better. The venue with cheap beer, the people with high spirits and the music – Fantastic!
We got there early, and to my surprise there were quite a lot of people there. It was a pleasure to be amongst friends who have the same passion for music as I do.
The band, (The Tides) it has to be said gave an outstanding performance, the music proved to be even better with a mixture for all, although half way through the night it became apparently obvious that unless you wanted to end up flat on yer ass, no way was it worth venturing on to the dancefloor if you were wearing heels, it was covered in Talc!, No offence, but it was dangerous.. Having fell down twice on the last do and giving myself a bloody good clout in the process I wasn’t about to make the same mistake again!
Everyone has to start somewhere and although PDSC have been going for sometime as a club, this is one thumbs up for the organisers, in my opinion, they have hit the nail on the head.
At some point in the night I came across some mods I knew in the 80’s, It was great to see them again, it goes to show how devoted and committed people are to the mod/scooterist scene.
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THE PLACE I LOVE
On a warm summer’s day, there’s nothing quite like getting on your scooter, armed wiv shades to look cool, fags for them crucial moments and mobile phone incase you get lost!
I have often taken myself to places I never knew existed, that’s the beauty of being on a scooter, you somehow drift into autopilot, know where you want to go but cant remember the journey. I always remember journeys over the beacons though, it’s such a calming ride, just you, your scooter, the warm sun, oh, and the sheep…watch them little beggers! They ain’t half dopey!
They see you coming and think..oh…, come on troops lets play chicken with this daft bint on the scooter, one has the balls to jump out in front of you and the rest just follow!! I don’t understand them, they’re all on bloody death wishes!
Anyway, I’m travelling along, deep in thought, it’s when I think the most (some people would say that’s dangerous me thinking) but everything seems irrelevant, it’s just me and the scooter and the sense of freedom, that’s the place I love, where nothing matters. Until you bloody breakdown coz you had’nt checked your petrol before you left! And no shit sherlock there’s no petrol station for bloody miles.. just sheep, hills, sheep and more sheep. What use are your shades, fags and mobile now, cos it’s started to piss down, being typical welsh weather, your fags have gone all soggy and you got no coverage to phone for help! You end up pushing yer scooter most of the way home, freewheeling at every opportunity until you get to a petrol station, by now you have arms and legs like jelly and you are so knackered that you just don’t want to play anymore!
Don’t you just love it… “Scootering”? Hey, there would be no fun in it unless you experience the downfalls too!
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