Monday, 9 January 2012

Samuel the Slate

It doesn't take much to fuel Coyote and Roadrunner's intrepid trips around Wales.  In fact, we're usually fine with a few coffees from Tuffins (or McDonald's.  Not Burger King though; their coffee is totally gopping), a peppered steak slice and some Tic Tacs.

However, yesterday was different.  We were in dire need of some sugar.  Glucose, to be precise.  We needed LUCOZADE.

It made perfect sense for us to head up to Conwy to pick up a can we'd seen outside a castle somewhere.  Yes; we could've just popped into the local paper shop to get some...but this was a special can of Lucozade.  We had to have that can of Lucozade.  So we jumped into Monty and headed north.

I still don't quite know how it happened - but I ended up sitting in the passenger seat while some rude old bloke called Samuel the Slate (from Blaenau Ffestiniog) drove.  Even Barbara Windsor appeared along the way.  Coyote was fast asleep on the back seat until I woke him up...

Some swine got to the Lucozade before we did, so we had to settle for stealing a golf ball instead.  Ah; happy days.  **Meep Meep!** 

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