I'M ON THE ROAD TO NO WHERE

Some of the fellas and I were going up to Manchester on Sunday to catch the fourth day of the third Ashes test. To say we were pumped to watch an Ashes test was an understatement. The Aussies were fighting a rear guard action and we wanted to be there to cheer them on. I had gone home early from drinks the night before in preparation for the long drive while others like The Bigness had partied through till leaving time. At six in the morning the boys piled into the trusty Rover and we zoomed up the M40 until disaster struck. With 80 miles to go to our destination the electronics gave way on our trusty Rover and we were fucked (I know we probably should of walked the last 80 miles). With no alternative transport available, the man from AA giving our not so trustworthy Rover the last rites (and people whinge about Korean cars - at least they work) and the duplicity of English scalpers we had to admit defeat and head back to London.

After finally making it back to London at two in the arvo we decided to make the best of a bad situation and head for the Slug for some e-sports and e-dancing. It was messy.

So instead of pictures of action from the 4th Test at Old Trafford I give you our day in Bassets Pole, Staffordshire.

Looks like we aint going no where!

Desh gets the bad news. Rover is going to the big kennel in the sky.

Waiting for the tow truck.

Still waiting for the tow truck.

The tow truck!

The Slug Count - Four

Listening to The Magic Numbers - Magic Numbers. They may be porky but they can sure play the music.