Samuel and Sybil: Vehicle Identification

It takes 11 hours to travel by car from Mid Wales to Inverness.  It also takes 11 hours to travel by car from Inverness to Mid Wales.  It's one of the many mysterious synchronicities of life that we simply have to accept.

We're sure that you'll agree when we say that 11 hours is a fecking long time to be on the road.  When you've eaten all the sandwiches and crisps; when you've drunk all the Coke and coffee (this happened by the time we reached Newtown), you start groping for 'I-Spy' subjects...

"I spy with my little eye...something beginning with W."

"Wiper?"

"No."

"Wheel?"

"No."

"Windmill?"

"No."

"I give up."

"Windsock."

"There's no bloody windsock here!"

"There was one about 10 miles back..."

You get the idea.  So it'll come as no surprise when we tell you that Samuel and Sybil didn't take too easily to being cooped up in the car.  Even though they shared the driving, they were like two kids; bickering and fidgeting - paying no attention when we told them to pipe down.  When they were in the back, we had to stop on numerous occasions to give them a proper telling-off, but within 15 minutes of being back on the road, they were at it again.  Samuel even mooned at a passing coach of WI women.  It made their day.

One interesting development came of it, though.  We discovered that Sybil has a fixation with buses.  Not only that...but she seems to have a pathological problem with vehicle identification.  All the time spent travelling to and from Scotland gave Samuel the perfect opportunity to try and educate her somewhat.  Bless his heart, he really did try...

WARNING:  Contains language that makes Gordon Ramsay sound like Mary Whitehouse.  Not suitable for sprogs.  Do not expose to direct sunlight.  Do not eat.

*BUS!*

Sam and Sybil on the BBC

Last Sunday, Coyote and I were cwtched up on the sofa watching Planet Earth Live on BBC One.  Have any of you seen it?  It's quite spectacular; real-life animal dramas from baby elephants in Kenya, macaque monkeys in Sri Lanka, grey whales in the pacific, lions of the Masai Mara...and black bears in Minnesota.

It was the black bears that grabbed our attention.  The team are following an experienced black bear mum called Juliette and her three cubs - Sam, Sybil and Sophie! 

Of course, when Sam and Sybil were mentioned we smiled.  Although Samuel and Sybil Slate are foul-mouthed, uneducated and generally uncouth buggers...they're our dear friends and we love them.  In a purely platonic way, of course.

Naturally, we'll be watching Sam and Syb's progress very closely.  We hope they teach Sophie a thing or two about slate and BOFmobiles...

...or just teach her how to eat tourists.

The next episode is on BBC One tonight (10th May 2012) at 2000hrs.  Enjoy!

Samuel and Sybil: At the Car Wash

Sunshine doesn't really suit Samuel and Sybil.  They're so used to the greyness of Blaenau Ffestini(g)og that the merest glimpse of the sun makes them turn into lobsters. Foul-mouthed lobsters. But then, lobsters can't talk...so such a comparison may not be drawn.

But I digress.  With forecasters across Wales (like the dapper Derek Brockway) predicting a hot, sunny week, they had to take evasive action...

...so they went to Ireland.  Ireland has a lot of rain, right?  Wrong.  This particular week saw temperatures swinging from the rafters.  With feather boas and HUGE earrings; possibly swigging from bottles of Pimms.  Yes.

But still, they seemed to have a good time.  They weren't nabbed by the Garda and they managed to avoid any Guinness-fuelled fisticuffs; so by all accounts a good time was had.

However, they did end up in a car wash.  Naturally, this confused the hell out of them...

WARNING:  Contains epically crude language.  Not suitable for kiddysprogs.  Do not eat.

*Meep Meep!*

Samuel and Sybil's Apartment

This weekend, Samuel and Sybil decided to have a break - away from the bright lights and rich, diverse culture of Blaenau Ffestini(g)og.  They packed their factor 50 sun cream and Welsh dragon beach towels...and headed for the tropical climes of the Dyfi Valley.

They sent us this video of their accommodation.  We're not sure they liked it; but we must admit that we were mightily impressed with their eloquent and insightful commentary as they guided us around their Lapwing apartment.

Phil and Kirstie should be worried.

WARNING:  Contains disgraceful language.  Do not expose to kiddywinks or use near naked flame.

"BOG!"

Samuel and Sybil: BOFmobile Hunting

This weekend, Coyote and I had to keep an urgent appointment with our psychiatrist.  We feel sorry for him and like to keep him in work, see.

That meant we were unable to make a video for you lovely people.  However, Samuel and Sybil kindly stepped in for us!  They're lovely people...apart from the language.  And the fact that they never seem to have any idea what they're talking about.

They went BOFmobile hunting.  This is what happened...

WARNING:  Contains some Tooty Frooty language.  Not suitable for little people or dishwashers.

*Meep Meep!*