the Brophy Courtesy Car Adventure

Gay.

Gayer.

Gayest.

Some interracial hoodie rape on a hill. I don't mean raping hoodies, that would be wrong.

A tiny problem when we went to leave...

...at 9:15...

We went for a ride in Phil's courtesy car before they took it back (a lorry drove into his parked Fiat) - somehow they gave him a Peugeot convertable although God knows why. Gay isn't the word. It was so crushed with 4 of us at one point my head was wedged between the headrest and top of the windcreen. Plus it was diesel. A diesel performance cabriolet? No, you are right it wasn't. Still a marginally entertaining drive to Langland, some fish and chips by the beach and then a walk aroud the headland and over the golf course. Getting back to the car was easy, but leaving that car park wasn't - as we discovered the gates had been locked at 8:30 for some bizarre reason. Fortunately Phil went to the local restaurant and they had a key and let us out. Not really that exciting really.