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Starting with a monstrous Full English brekkie down the Snooker Club, the Clubflat Team were soon fuelled and ready for the journey to Minehead.  Several cars took the Clubflat Team down with the ever faithful Chuggsy leading the pack.  Drinking en-route was a given but unfortunately the journey in Chuggsy would take a little longer than normal because true to form, one of Image's other alter-ego's "Triple P" had come along for the ride (explanation in Image's profile).  As stated by Image himself... "I have no bladder, just a tube that runs from my mouth to my bellend".  At least five piss-stops later and we arrive at Butlins where to our shock and horror we saw nothing but size 22 elephants and hippos arrive to check in.  "I want to go home, can I have a refund" exclaimed Electro Kid".  Ah well, ugly fat pig mules as they were, they were still going to get Clubflatted.

 

Clubflat cards and beer - start as you mean to go on

Guess where this van of nob-sticks was going? Yep, Butlins

Already Image's pea-sized bladder was full

And again... "Don't mind me Mr truck driver"

Pretending to admire the scenery didn't really disguise the deed in hand

Just watching someone else drink could make Image need to go again

Pit-stop for some essential lads survival rations - beer and crisps

Butlins looked like a circus and was treated like a circus

It must have been a world record fitting this many fatty's in one limo

All the neighbours were out when the limo went round their council estate

Image was just lucky he had better friends than this poor stag arriving

Scrubbers push a trolley of beer just like they would in their own street