ok, the games up, after telling everyone i am far too young to have gone to Yate, some bugger puts a picture of me up, gosh i look young there and a lot slimmer, reading the stories about exhausts falling off, i remember one time coming home to Malvern from Yate in my old Ford Escort van, when the fan belt broke, we ground to a halt and everyone piled out, i got Gill Thomas to take her tights off and i used them as a fan belt to get us back home (true story) although gill wasnt too impressed when i offered her her tights back. Happy days, i remember selling Hippo a copy of the Leaders on Blue Rock out in the car park at yate and he only played it to me at the coppertops a few months back, cheers mate.
rob h.