i was woketh by a comely serving wench, who was within a strange contraption knownith as a 'cc'.
The maidens name was Vix and she having consented to taketh me to a meeting of these cc's had arrived to assit my passage.
upon my soul if upon entering the contraption that the roof didth disapear, what magic was this i asked to be told it were the mysticall archanic dark arts knownth of Peugeot.
Upon leaving the village of Swindon - famous for it's handsome men - we headed to the small town of Coventry where we had maketh arrangments to meet Lord Chris of Dobbs, a most noble fellow of the knightly order, st Johns. He also owneth a CC. Upon arriving at his country estate we were most perplexed to find that his manor have the apperance off desertion ! Aghast at this we drove on and upon returning once more to his gates, we found him to be at home and as always most welcoming. Whats more he hath been joined by yet another comely wench called Liz, yet another owner of one of these CC, contrivances.
Our band of merry peoples, left the manor to quest further into the coutryside in search of ye local garden center. Upon arrival we searchth out other drivers of these cc's but found none so with the cc's at rest, vix went on her own quest for a peasent snack knownth as crisp. Shortly afterward we were joined by ye wondering archiver knownth as Len, with a stange photobox contraption. Then we be joined by Phil and Dom, both with CC's.
Upon introducing ourselves to each other and even letting doth wenches say hello, a most capital idea was put forth, to find a welcoming hostery and to partake in some food and a flagon of ale - but it being the lordth day - it were to be a flagon of cola. Lord Dom of Solihul knowing the area decided to lead our band of merry troubadors on a jaunt thru the countryside to the bustling town knownth of Stratford upon the Avon - and lo what a greatith site it were, to see 6 CC's all in a line making the way thru the country side. Alas with all epic journeys this was bothered with ye yokel peasants trying to get involved and our merrry little convoy was soon split be an uneducated pig swiller in i belive something called a 206ifh. Indeed, Liz was to also have some trouble with some strange person upon a 2 wheeled contivance called a hog, After stopping at a junction I departed from Vix's CC after she showed her uneducated state and most unbecoming for a lady had farted - thus joinging Lord Chris we journyed victouriuse into ye Stratford.
Upon stabling the CC's amongst example of poorer and worse contrivances we found a most welcoming ostery known as ye Red Lion - and asked to partake of their hospitality and food. Confusinging our host at the Red Lion offered to menus of food, some to be eaten within the garden and other to be eaten within the building ! deciding upon a garden menu we sat upon benches of wood next to the canal and talked most earnesty about previuse outings of CC's and the wonders of Automatic Machine Guns. Alas our rambling were cut short with the advent of rain- but ever brave we moved to the inside and continued out mumblings., and alas Sir Chris leavth us to minister to his charges in the leper commune known as an a&e ward.
it being a small timeth after we bid farewell to ye Red Lion and proceded to maketh a tour of the town, spending time amongt my contempories Bill Shakes garden and taking many a picture of his houseth - most pretenouse for my own simple tastes.
upon finding ye river again and heading toward the stables we were accosted by the site of a new technogie calledith a 'lock' allwing the passage of water craft from one level to ye nother level. Excited did we gaze upon this device and a craft using it. However as things allways are are eyes were drawn to a far spectacall on the other side of the bank. A jester of most unfunny accomplishments was attempting to juggle fire - and in the hopeth that he set himself on fire we watched with baited breath - and yay he did see us and welcome us to his side of the bank, but fearing his 'talent' lord Phil of godknowswhere replied with a virulent as curse as i doth ever heard 'your crap'
finally after the sun had moved many a distance thr ye sky didth our jester attempt to set himself on fire, but as I suspect always he were to fail
Disapointed with ye jester we returned to our steads and after bidding farewell to our new friendeth we all departed to our respective estates.
here endeth ye tale
