Benjo visits Number 6
Posted: Sun 30 Oct, 2005 3:49 pm
Well it had to happen sometime, I payed a little overnight visit to No. 6...................
Well what a fantastic time was had by all! As it was our dear Jayne's birthday, a small surprise gathering of close friends was arranged before Benjo arrived, what a good idea!
Heeding Docs advice to watch myself at number six, Jayne, Artist and myself started drinking as soon as we could about 2pm. After a while we had a full blown celebration going and the younger of us decided that we should test fire the fireworks that had been purchased for the event. The lads had been into the 24 Hour Fireworks Store, asked what the largest loudest fireworks available looked like, and then said yep well take em! £30 for 3! These rockets are the meanest suckers I have ever seen in my life, farking impressive they were...
Test fire one was fired down a drain pipe ala LAW style. Ben had the rocket on his shoulder while Dan lit the fuse, all went well as the fuse fizzled down and ignited the rocket, which went FFFFFFffffffffuuuUUUT!! and jammed half way down the launcher tube, erm yeah.
After a second or so the expression on Bens face changed as he realised he was holding an atomic type firework next to his head which refused to leave the launch tube, "Ben! Lob it!!! Oh Farkin ell!" So Ben lobs it and BOOM!! It blew the drain pipe into pieces all over the garden, quality job it was too!
Much of the visit was spent laughing hysterically, drinking and havin fun, as one does... At 3 AM three of us decided that it was too quiet, so with the eager inter service co operation of 7 Para RHA, Royal Engineers and one keen Civillian advisor three medium scary fireworks were lashed together with woolen yarn "Dan, are you sure this'll hold it?" "Yeah mate for sure, no worries, if we twist all the wicks together they'll all go off together anyway so it'll be good" "Ah yes of course mate I see"
The result was brilliant, we lit the fuse and hid around the corner peeking out, suddenly rocket one ignites, and buggers off along the ground followed closely by 2 and 3. We couldn't tell fo the life of us were they all were, just that they were all in the garden. Boom! by the tin shed, BOOM! by the corner, and BOOM!!! outside Jaynes window! Benjo: "Oh Fark! shite, run!" Dan: "Eerm, ah RUN!" Ben: "look out", and Artist: "Well in Lads!" from the bedroom window.
Well I will add to this a bit more when I have some more time, the full SAGA in greater detail methinks...Or even a book perhaps, you never know!
Oh and for Doc, the Lass you fancy from the picture is farking ace in bed! nice legs but you'll have to excuse the scorch marks, picture to follow shortly
Regards, Benjo
Well what a fantastic time was had by all! As it was our dear Jayne's birthday, a small surprise gathering of close friends was arranged before Benjo arrived, what a good idea!
Heeding Docs advice to watch myself at number six, Jayne, Artist and myself started drinking as soon as we could about 2pm. After a while we had a full blown celebration going and the younger of us decided that we should test fire the fireworks that had been purchased for the event. The lads had been into the 24 Hour Fireworks Store, asked what the largest loudest fireworks available looked like, and then said yep well take em! £30 for 3! These rockets are the meanest suckers I have ever seen in my life, farking impressive they were...
Test fire one was fired down a drain pipe ala LAW style. Ben had the rocket on his shoulder while Dan lit the fuse, all went well as the fuse fizzled down and ignited the rocket, which went FFFFFFffffffffuuuUUUT!! and jammed half way down the launcher tube, erm yeah.
After a second or so the expression on Bens face changed as he realised he was holding an atomic type firework next to his head which refused to leave the launch tube, "Ben! Lob it!!! Oh Farkin ell!" So Ben lobs it and BOOM!! It blew the drain pipe into pieces all over the garden, quality job it was too!
Much of the visit was spent laughing hysterically, drinking and havin fun, as one does... At 3 AM three of us decided that it was too quiet, so with the eager inter service co operation of 7 Para RHA, Royal Engineers and one keen Civillian advisor three medium scary fireworks were lashed together with woolen yarn "Dan, are you sure this'll hold it?" "Yeah mate for sure, no worries, if we twist all the wicks together they'll all go off together anyway so it'll be good" "Ah yes of course mate I see"
The result was brilliant, we lit the fuse and hid around the corner peeking out, suddenly rocket one ignites, and buggers off along the ground followed closely by 2 and 3. We couldn't tell fo the life of us were they all were, just that they were all in the garden. Boom! by the tin shed, BOOM! by the corner, and BOOM!!! outside Jaynes window! Benjo: "Oh Fark! shite, run!" Dan: "Eerm, ah RUN!" Ben: "look out", and Artist: "Well in Lads!" from the bedroom window.
Well I will add to this a bit more when I have some more time, the full SAGA in greater detail methinks...Or even a book perhaps, you never know!
Oh and for Doc, the Lass you fancy from the picture is farking ace in bed! nice legs but you'll have to excuse the scorch marks, picture to follow shortly
Regards, Benjo