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Casting aside the years, each trying to be a surfer dude
They returned to Woolacombe, in Devon, somewhere near Bude

For a weekend of feasting, frolicking and fun

Drenching rain, 100 mile gusts …even a little sun

Excited, like a child, Boothy up at crack of dawn

Steve, Patrick, Brian, Neill, each leaving their HIDS, home and manicured lawn

Five hours later arrived at the seaside resort

But soon realised, no writer present…probably no report

‘Who cares?’,thought Boothy, ‘let’s get to the pub

We’ll sort it out later when we get back… in the club’

Later that evening Andrew ( AC) and Bambi Ben arrived there

Greetings, big hugs, ‘Blimey,’ thought Bambi, ‘Boothy’s like a bear’

Action packed weekend was widely anticipated

Golf, surfing, cycling keenly awaited

Maybe a drinking game - penalties  – triple gins- ‘For who ?’

, asked A.C.  In unison they cried  – ‘Used your right hand, gotta be….. for You !’

A morning of cycling, up and down hills – mighty tough

After four hours they’d all had about enough

Not Boothy though – ‘I’ll just take that lane to the right…cycle back’

He appeared, two hours later, drenched, mud splattered, almost black

Then there was  Neill…… or was it Nigel, no… maybe Neill ?

As AC had cried-‘ Nigel, where’s Nigel ? he’ll be late for the meal’

‘AC’, Bambi had asked, ‘Are you for real?

There’s no sign of Nigel – cos…cos…. he’s called Neill !’

No stopping , onto surfing, little wind – not much more

The Dudettes, undeterred , were gathered by the shore

‘Where’s the Daddy, Where’s the Daddy ?’, they cried remembering with awe

The exploits of VinthePrint 12 months ago- or more

But the Daddy wasn’t there- new kitchen and extension beckoned

The cost only payable by constant work,  so HID had reckoned

And to miss Eltham College ball……. on the Saturday night

‘Sorry Guys,’ he’d said, ‘More than me life’s worth…just wouldn’t be right’

Surfing though got better, later on, on Saturday

‘Making good progress’ said AC- ‘Vin’s not in the way’

The Ambulance Chaser, in style, standing high and proud

‘What a man, a real star !’, the Dudettes cried out loud

And as for Brian….. Party Animal….. aka Shrek

Oblivious to all, thinking ‘Oh, what the heck?’

In the pub, holding on to the mike, sang and sang and sang

‘Truly amazing’, said A.C.,’ knows all the words to ‘Wanna be in my Gang’

And Party Animal persisted – despite the eerie quiet

Until the audience was won over, cheers…. no longer disquiet

Shrek then knew he’d  triumphed  as the crowd stamped their feet and sang

 ‘Yes, ‘ they cried, ‘WE WANNA BE IN YOUR GANG, YOUR GANG, YOUR GANG !’

A triumph for Party Animal, just one of many to relate

‘He’s a bloody liberty’, said Boothy,’ always in a right state.’

Breakfast – At Tiffany’s ? No… in a caff

Donned a Shrek mask- just for a laff

And Bambi, always one up for the chase

‘Hello, he’d say, I’m Ben…Wanna come back to my place ?’

Cutting shapes on the dance floor, good looks, easy manner, big smile

‘A kiss then, he’d say, and let’s see…. in a while…’

And then Patrick, asking, in the sun  – ‘Boothy, the Ambre Solaire?’

‘In the van, mate- locked, too late , not going  back there’

‘But Boothy, I burn, that’s really unfair’

And burn he did, his face, head… even his hair !

Steven, surely  the undisputed golfer of the tour

Didn’t do much else really – sleeping , occasional snore

No surfing, no pole dance, to tell the truth

But what’s that all about – Steve and spoof ?

‘Chaps’, Boothy exclaimed,’can’t tell the HIDs we’ve been in a meeting

They sussed that last time, moaned , ‘No postcard, no greeting’

Have to get jewellery, bit of bling

Gold chain, necklace…… even a ring’

But Bambi looked distraught- empty pockets told their own sad story

Wasted each night…. intent on making history

‘I know,’ he said excitedly,’ I’ve got it !.... to thank ‘em for their support

…….We’ll get the Icon to write a report !’