Portsmouth to St. Malo

Most of us congregated round Ashley & Richard’s flat before catching our ferry from Portsmouth. Uncle Ben and Nadia (his newly acquired fag hag) came merrily stumbling in from the pub shortly after our arrival. They were mightily exuberant and oozing party vibes. Apart from a few sexy grey sideburns and a tiny protruding tummy he physically looked the same. In our traditional greeting fashion he dropped the yella jokes (mixed in with popular TV references) but I was too Juiced out (from recent activities) to drum up any witty repartee.

Following frantic packing, joking around and pizza eating we managed to set off. Finally found out why Ashley told me to pack light. He had filled up all most of the cars full of party gear to entertain us with over the new year period. The only thing that was missing was a naked Santa Claus and Reindeer thongs. Nick drove us down in his mum’s flashy BMW to Portsmouth.

Ferry trip to St. Malo was uneventful. First time I had ever slept in a cabin. Surprisingly the cabin mattresses were comfortable even though it still didn’t have that visco-elasticity I have been accustomed to.

We took directions given to us by Wendy (Ashley’s sister) when driving down. It was a very scenic route but the journey was extremely sluggish. Eventually bum cramp and frustration crept in which was partially relieved by our trip to McDonalds. Part of the final route involved going through these smelly factories that had a cabbage like aroma. The dynamics of our group (five gay men and six straight women) has worked really well. The newbies (Lynn, Tina and Nadia) have turned out to be very sociable and definitely deserve silver membership to Big Britain.