Hello again, fans

Yes, after a bit of an absence, the Legless Frogs newsletter is back! And it's cool! And it's groovy! And it's... oh who cares (insert your own superlatives here) Anyway, William has had to give up doing the newsletter temporarily - he can no longer blag free paper and photocopying from work. So I thought I'd have a go instead. Actually, the wheel seems to have turned full circle, as it only seems like seven years since Barry and I bashed out the first copies of Sans Jambes (fuelled by copious amounts of beer, naturally) except that I'm now bashing it out on my own (fuelled by copious amounts of beer, naturally). If this newsletter is a bit blury and hard to read, it's not your eyes, it's the fact that it was typed out on my dad's ancient computer, although to be fair the computer itself is quite new and funky (you can download Internets and fax yourself Emails or whatever it is you do) it's just that the printer is over 200000 years old and hasn't been checked over since it was used to print out the Dead Sea Scrolls.

Well, what has happened? I'll try and condense camps and 2CVGB in general into a few crisp and not at all meandering sentences. First, as some may have noticed, William is now running the Disc Brake Register. If you haven't registered with him, do so now, or he will hang around ouside your house, and stare at you reproachfully until you do. On a similar subject, if anyone has a Pre-70 they haven't registered yet, tell me, or I will hang around outside your house and stare at you with mad bulgung ping-pong ball type eyes until you do (or until you drive me off with sticks) So there.

Right, camps. I recently attended the Crewe Ducks Clan Camp, held on 7-9 May, near Warrington (up north). This was an extremely good camp, held behind a pub (aren't they all?) with many of the usual suspects in evidence. Highlights included a convoy to a motor museum on the Saturday, a disco and live band in the pub, and an extended licence!! I was camping with my beloved (Vicky) and her mum, so I was surprisingly sober and well-behaved the entire weekend. The other highlight was Matt (Ami) from the Hillhoppers, who drove all the way from Hemel Hempetead to the camp (200 odd miles), said hello, had a meal, and then went straight home again. Now that's dedication!!

The only other event so far was the London-to-Brighton and camp on Sunday 29 May. Sadly, the previous afternoon was the last day of the Cambridge Beer Festival, which we attended along with Barry and Barbara. After a hard afternoon "sampling" the beers, we adjourned to Barry's local where we "sampled" the best bitter until it was gone, then retired to his house and "sampled", various potent Belgian beers 'til the early hours. It was for this reason that Vicky and I completely missed the London end of the run, and got to Brighton at about 5.30pm, just as everyone else was going. "Sod it" we thought "Let's go and camp" So we did, and a jolly good time was had by all. There was the usual enormous bonfire, which was hot enough to strip paint at 100 yards, a barbeque and quite a few beverages, especially at the impromptu party at Rich John's van - we'd only gone over there to watch and laugh at him drunkenly trying to cook curry! Oh yes, enquire solicitously as to the state of William's orange jacket after he leapt from the rope swing (tee hee!). Oh, and about Martin's nose, ditto. All good fun!

Anyway I'm bored of this now,
bye bye till next month
love from Ben.