Letter 22

Greetings Loved Ones!

Steve was quietly whittling away his new life as a one house, two cat owner with dreams of long since but not forgotten Drooper Trips, when the phone rang. "Who could that be?", wondered the boy genius as he pondered his desperate problem of not letting Caroline know that he'd sold out vegetarianism and returned to the ranks of the steak and burger eating supporters of live animal exports, whaling and continuous road building. The phone continued to ring. A faint aroma of lard unexplainedly wafted in from the north west, and the phone slipped from his grasp as his palms produced oceans of sweat.

The sound of crows and desperately hopeful Coventry City fans rose above the beautiful and inspiring midlands city skyline. He picked the phone up from the newly laid, er carpet. An expulsion of methane left over from his veggie days, nearly ruined his M and S y fronts as a low guttural moan filled his ears with fear and an intense longing to listen to "Singing in the Rain" by Sheila B. Devotion.

"Mr. Baxter", the voice spluttered, "Where are we going for the next trip?"

26 - 27 September The Hill Inn near Ingleton, Yorkshire Dales

Super Droopers are following the same tendencies as Eastern Europe and Scotland: giving in to Democracy: Due to popular demand the club's famous Yorkshire excursion to that famous haven of tranquillity, spiritual cleanliness and sane members of the caving fraternity called Bull Pot Farm has been replaced with a camping trip to the Hill Inn. a famous ale house we've all been to at some time. The campsite is adjacent to the pub as well as being central to the Yorkshire Three Peaks, caves and most of Mr. Scuttle's well educated harem.

The Grid Ref. is 744776 - take the Ingleton to Hawes road out of Ingleton and the Hill Inn is on the right hand side.

Word of Warning... Somebody had the well thought out idea of turning this trip into a Country and western Weekend, in honour of Squatter Patterson's new career as a C and W DJ, but if anybody turns up at the Hill Inn in a Stetson, performing line dancing to Kenny Rogers while talking like the Dukes of Hazzard then the relatives of Mr. Scuttles well educated harem may well lynch you. Unless you're called Daisy, that is.

Other Trips

24-26 October - Hut trip to Ystrafellte, South Wales

21-23 November - Hut trip to Coetmor Mill, North Wales

12-14 December - Outrageous alcohol binge trip to Gradbach, Peak District

New Year - Torrid goings on in Torridon

lurve,

The Committee

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