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Contemplating a game of one a side footy Monaco edition. We could only imagine the thronging mass which the local team might play in front of
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The loss of our constant companion bally. Wayne said kick it, it won't go far, Dave did, and it's probably been to Africa and back a few times by now
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Unconsolable. Dave was totally unconsolable. Mind you, if you think about it now, he may hold the record for the longest football kick in the world
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Hunger strikes, and percy the crab nearly pays the price. This was only a little gag though. Dave soon put him back where I found him - in his shorts
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Wayne went on a little solo trip to take a nice picture of that picturesque border town of Ventimiglia (now twinned with Kings Langley)
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Back on the trains, and the journey between Monaco and Nice was a well trodden path
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I found myself on the wrong side of the doors, but that wasn't as bad as the family who were sitting on the roof
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This is a genuine photo, taken DURING a full league match between Monaco and Marseille, the teams that would dominate the future of French footy
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On the beach, the day after the 12 hour session onboard the HMS Ariadne. Not as comfortable as the previous nights bed of dung, but more fragrent
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Olivier Jolie introduces Frequence 47s latest disk diddler Wayne 'Fluff' Lang. Dave was upset that they had no Plastique Bertrum
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A group photo of that afternoon's special guest crew on Agen's number one Radio station Frequence 47. And that's as far as it went, okay
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Persued by the army, we thought it was now about time to head home
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In splendid repose, I take a well earned rest on the way from Dover to Victoria. On my shoes a polite warning and appology to any that come near me
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Left Foot:I'm A Inter Railer; Right Foot: Please excuse me, my b******s stink. And don't ask about the WFC/Luther /Harry Hornet related graffittii
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