Last Night in Holland
Me and Jon sat outside the hotel after the Assen MotoGP - last night before the early morning ride back to blighty
Ruud - hotel owner came out and we ordered ANOTHER beer...
" You've drunk us dry - all I have left is bottles of Grolsch"
"2 of them then please"
So we got served and Ruud said "Goodnight"
10 minutes later, woman Night Manager came outside and said to me and Jon "Last Orders before I go home?"
"Nar - we'll be sensible - this will be the last one - thanks"
"OK - I'm off home - goodnight"
And she left
Jon and me sat there for a while - then I asked him ...
"You got your keys mate?"
"Nope - Anya's gone to bed and taken them with her"
"You got your keys Bert?"
"Nope"
"Everyone else has gone to bed mate"
"Bollox"
LOL
So me and Jon spend the next 30 minutes throwing stones at bedroom windows trying to wake some fooker up - any fook up in fact
All we could hear was Moog snoring!! Fook he can snore to Gold Olympic Standard
So we try and break into the hotel - not easy when you're pissed - and giggling
Eventually we manage to find a door that isn't locked - just pulled tight and Jon manages to easy his fingernails behind the draught strip and pull the door open
Got to bed I think about 1.30am
4.30am and we're all up for the mad dash back to Calais
Thats when I realised that it's still dark at 4.30 in the morning in Holland
And guess who'd just brought with him a black visor?
Happy Daze