Cisco wrote:Lol whatever dude I get the humour jus don't see the point of half of it ? If you like to laugh at a guy who may be having some problems after what must have been a pretty traumatic mugging fair play . I have liked a lot of what davex4 has written in the past but tbh I have found a lot of it incoherent lately !!
ok here is a couple of the posts from dave that has made me laugh, i cant find the stuff about the mugging i think he has deleted them, but to tell u the truth i thought all that was made up too, if it wasnt then i hope him a speedy recovery
post 1
So many questions all ready mah boy. Nah, not yer Laudian. Fink e waz the geezer who discovered that deadly night shade is deadly. Ya see yer actual Freud has got rellies in the ole 'ose of Commons like. Fink e waz a cook, but don't fink e was was Iron Oof, if ya know what I mean John. Canny cup a? Might well co-inside wiv a bit of Stag do. Might even give the ole Kari Kroke a go - that should make a bit of elbow room. PS for apart te ment Paul. See also Trip Advisor Amdam section
post 2
Ere Uncle Ron you 61 year old lower class working git!? Whats all this then abaht the so called " mundane every day bullshit of a pot dealer then"???? Its a very hard life dealing Cannabis in London these days. The ovah week we even had to get ole bill to help us get the clamed Merc of a pic up truck. Police Constable Fred Green even gave a hand. E said to me "Listen sunshine, I dont care what ya frigging name is. You should not have removed a ton of engine and filled it up with 9 bars of cannabis. THATS why it wont start! There is no fucking engine it! Where is the engine then?" I told im its in the lock up behind us. Thats how we send em to Amsterdam to get topped up. Silly bleeder e calls me "Dont you know that in this model sir you can get all dem 9 bars in the boot? " Well I said, I fort we was supposed to remove the Engine and hide it like. Nah he said, "in this model sir all that Cannbis will fit in the boot!"
Bless him, P.C. Green spent all afternoon walking arroun the car to hide it in the boot. We then put the engine back and drove off. P.C. Green would not even accept a 9 bar tip! All we could do was roll him a fat one as he lit it behind the garage to smoke it.
Mundane Ron, the fucking car stalled twice on the South Circular! Nearly crashed into that tower at Hammersmith where wots is name is burried. Have some respect Ron, not every day is easy mate.
post 3
PS Why even the over day we had to spend £15 to get a 40 foot container full of Hidi Kush accros London. Fucking congestion charge they call it! Use to be a fiver Ron! Still you ave to go into a sweet shop an pay up ya 15. Fucked that, I had the the kids with me at the time (Susie, now 20, Got her Degree at Oxford by the way - was well pleased, she is going to be an infant teacher at Academy HIGh mahn). And Luna and Astra would never let me out of a sweet shop man. Fucking ell would cost me at least £2 in crisps and stuff. Aint ever paid it. Keep getting lovely pics of the 40 footer in the post from Ken Clerk no less. Luna cuts aht the pic and sticks em to the fridge door. The over day Luna said "Ere Dad, there is a branch of HIndu Kush squashed in the back door. Silly Daddy did not shut the door propely. When can I smoke it Dad? Not until your 18! I replied strictly. until then mind your own business i said. OK dad, I promisse. Bless her, she is only 4.
and a little snippet from one of his travelogues
Not quite sure how to describe what happened next in the nightclub, is was scary and funny at the same time. I walked in, got a pint and stood by the dance floor smoking one of the joints I had just rolled. A group of female 20 somethings were giving it large on the dance floor. One girl, very attractive in a short skirt, kept jumping in the middle and dancing very suggestively. Her mates were cheering her on and I was loving it all. After perving for a bit, I decided to find a space with a bit more elbow room and walked toward the upstairs part. The stairs in the club are made of mirrors and sweep up in a gentle curve. There are coloured lights all over and I was well trippy by now as I approached the stairs, what with all the gear I had partaken in that day.
At the top of the stairs was a seating and smoking area. That was packed. I stood there with the pint in my hand, my back to the wall and looked to the right. There was a further area there, but that looked crowded too. However I decided to go and have a look, but as I moved to my left to pass a guy standing next to me, he did the same thing. We then got in one of situations where whichever way I went to get pass, he did the exact same move. In the end I said 'Hang on a minute mate. You stand still, I will move to my left and pass OK?" As I was saying this, I began to notice that he was mimicking me and wondered what his game was. Those of you ahead of me will realise that I was talking to own reflection in the mirrored wall. Just like you see Laurel and Hardy doing and in cartoons etc. When it slowly dawned on me that I was talking to myself in the mirror, I turned round to face the real world and felt sure there would be loads of people laughing at me and taking the piss. No one though had seen or taken any notice of me. I had planed to say that I do it for a laugh, and find it a good way to break the ice and meet people. The scary part off course, was the fact that for a while I was certain my own reflection was someone else! Didn't really mind that others may have witnessed my embarrassment and taken the piss, my mates do that to me all the time.
so you may not find him funny but i do but i guess thats because me and you have a different sense of humor
don't get me wrong yer story writing is wicked , it jus don't work when yer not telling your old school travelling tales 
