horses and water, horses and water. that's all i'm saying
To be fair its not my favourite North Wales venue either, worth going to do Sonic Boom and the Limpet though.
Millso17: With the Llanberis sequence you actually hold the tiny pocky thing and take the stuck-on thing with your right (didn't I say that before?).
there's nothing wrong with loving Angel Bay, this time of year,
This I already know, because at some point along the evolutionary continuum something 'not quite a chicken' layed an egg which hatched into something 'only just a chicken'. Never did understand what the confusion was.
apart from all the pissed townies throwing stones at you and being generally obnoxious, wankers!
Houdini, that's like living in Chamonix and not going skiing.
And Ben....there's nothing wrong with loving Angel Bay, this time of year, I'd take a multiactivity day out there over Pex Hill any day!
I'm prouder of the fact I never went to Roadrunner though!
Quote from: millso17 on July 06, 2006, 01:03:10 pmAnd Ben....there's nothing wrong with loving Angel Bay, this time of year, I'd take a multiactivity day out there over Pex Hill any day!Word. Much better stone throwing at the Bay than at the Hill!
Hmm... true. But if it's bottle throwing you're after, the Bay can't hold a candle to the Hill!
Scary isn't it, when rocks fall near you? Remeber being at the bottom of the Keelhaul slab in Pembroke years ago. There was a guy who was contantly asking if he could use the ab rope. He wouldn't take no for an answer and kept popping his head over the edge to see if the leader was finished yet. Then he knocked off a loaf-sized block that my friend & I needed to avoid very quickly indeed. Dude fucked-off sharpish after that. Shame, I would've loved to have broken his nose over that one.
Anyway, back to the bay. The most infuriating experience I had there was one quiet peaceful day a few years back. As usual I was just pottering around, enjoying a nice little circuit when suddenly a posse of jet skiers came racing into the bay and rudely burst my bubble of serenity. They then spent the next 15 minutes doing donuts round and round, churning up the water and making a deafening noise. What an obnoxious bunch of twats. Roll on the day when it becomes legal to shoot these bastards with high powered rifles from council maintained shooting galleries on the headland.
How would you describe the smell of cordite?