New Zealand is in a state of mourning after the infamous CP13 departed for the greener pastures of the UK. Their last stand; a spit-roast followed by partying on the Victoria St 'Strip'. Morgan and Andy noted their own particular distress as now their marginally good impressions have no meaning. John too is down in the dumps, with only a bedside photograph of his beloved Baron to console him.
Additionally, this development seems to have disturbed other members of CP16. For example, Phil now stays locked away in his room, gazing lovingly at Alex and Mark's 'special' partywear still hanging in his wardrobe. Indeed, we have noticed an increase in the "Bloody Hell"s from Tony, most probably due to the stress of the occasion. Last night we had to comfort a distraught Nik, who was found in the car park sacrificing a cow (or was that a duck? - see earlier story, ed) in 13's honour.
RAF Peachgrove will surely be a quieter place without the CP13 boys, and we think we speak for everyone out here when we say cheers guys, good luck with the exams and see you soon!
"Have you heard?"
"Heard What?"
"Nothing, I was just taking the p*ss like"
....well I expect so...
Posted by: Impressionist | February 04, 2005 at 10:15 PM
You guys! ...just brought a tear to my eye! Thanks boys - had some top laughs with y'all and look forward to seeing ya back home here for more fun and frolics!
Keep in touch!
.....'Oh i don't know'.....
Posted by: Cockpiss Stephens | February 05, 2005 at 05:15 PM
ABSOLUTELY EXTRAORDINARY
Posted by: Mark | February 07, 2005 at 03:26 PM