Well folks,
This is the first of many diary entries from the Magnificent (spelt correctly) 7's official war correspondent, Mag6 (BigJock). It all started for me at 3.20am when I crawled from my "scratcher", made myself smell nice and then drove from Plymouth to Maidstone via London. After falling through the front door at work and nearly breaking my already damaged right wrist, I thought it prudent to get in the car and depart for Maidstone sharpish, before any other strange happenings befell me. There will be enough of them to contend with on tour.
Mag1 (Bomber) had been working all neat (night to non-Geordies) and reluctantly got in the "Spitroast Special" and I followed him down to Mag2 (Nav Bengers), via the Dartford Crossing I hasten to add. So much for a cheap trip to Europe; the bastards charged me a pound to cross their bridge. Bloody daylight robbery I tells ya!
So we're at Mag2's gaff; he's working all day and Bomber is making excuses about being up all night and is going to bed - puff. I am awaiting the arrival of Mag3 (Logoff) in the hope that he will come over the boozer and start this trip off royally, but I have a feeling I will be drinking alone. Bad practice - no man should ever drink alone!
Keep a sharp look out for my next installment, which will be posted soon.
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