Millfields Hotel Grimsby

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15:30 Oohray...Finally off. Arrived Dover approx 22:00 can't find a bloody CAMP site!! Well move over truckers... make room for pad and mand!!! Struck lucky and found luxurious spot on tidy industrial estate...Lights out, beds calling time to sign off; OVER AND OUT.

... garage for an overnight stay. We really are on the road to no where...Got absolutely no Where.

Alls not lost. The carvery did us a good dinner,; a swift vino purchase and a couple of straws temporarily anaesthatised the pain. See what tomorrow brings.....

... up yakuza mobile,In the back was Ian "hot chocolate" nevo and Wolf Boy who had come straight from his Smash Hits photo shoot.
The journey was quick as "Bri" used his built in GPS system to navigate the way,constantly changing the route to find the quickest way.
On route we noticed a car that had a hint of lavender about it, two guys in a soft top Mazda who had a re-usable green help the bloody earth ...

Ha ha ha ha! I can't help but laugh nervously about this, it was absolutely f*****g hilarious.

So there we were; me and my father-in-law Shaun, cruising down the M18 towards Goole direction at around 90 miles an hour in the outside lane admiring the incapacities of radio 4 comics to deliver anything even remotely funny, and some doddery old fool in a tiny green Nissan Micra that screams "I’m old and can’t drive" pulls in ...

Tired. I'm really f*****g tired. I’m not sure my body and brain can sustain much more of these 6am lurches into reality. Every morning I wake and my eyes stream, and I stumble drunkenly into the shower and wrecklessly throw baby talc all over me like a prisoner released from solitary confinement; This follows by an hour of listening to radio 4 while I try desparately to understand ...

... Stuart Asher, Mike Ball, Keith Butters, Robin Cosgrove, Mike Hurst and Pete Milsom out of the original 12 on the course, made it to the event on Saturday August 2nd this year, organized by myself and Robin (a regular at the reserve and a widely traveled expert on world ornithology). Over lunch, we retold stories about the good old days in the Sixties at both Boston College and the Gibraltar Point ...

... fear of splash-back! and you no longer wash your hands just alcohol gel them like in hospitals. The entertainment of this "not just music festival" came in the forms of book and poetry readings, theatrical plays, mime,dance and cabaret. So much to see and do, so we decided who to listen to by socializing with the young people either side of our tent and by talking to my son Rob Milsoms' mate Lewis Duckworth who was there with friends Afra, Dan and ...

... would see in a Bob the Builder cartoon. Proper propellers, elastic bands and everything. Fairly smooth short flight in bad conditions. Although Donny definitely felt warmer than Ireland. Passport security was interested in my seasoned passport covered in stamps. She wasn't concerned, just more interested/nosey. The bus and the train to Grimsby left me with £2.20 for a super large coffee ...

... goal every single time. After 3 shots each, I had missed all 3, Celeste had scored 1 goal, Noah 2 and Aunty Margaret 3. We then got down to business and started a new game - girls verses boys. Aunty Margaret and Uncle Philip took goalie positions while Celeste and I versed Noah on the field. While you may not think this is a fair match up, Noah ended up winning the game hands down. We packed up our goal posts, Noah's shoes and our drink bottles ...

I had a day on my own to spend in Boston before the old boys from Boston Grammar School and the Boston High Schools old girls' 1st joint picnic. I decided to track down old Grimsby flat mate Paul Rawlinson having got his address earlier from the Internet,(him being a company director).He wasn't at home ,but his wife Joy and son Paul were and I had a coffee and chat with them. She'd already heard stories of him living ...