I'm scared. This is not going to end well.

[Timewaster]

Bury St Eds in Zuffowk has a real combo of smells, the sugar factory, the pickle factory (Branston) and Greene King, some days that town smells rank!

And when I worked there it was opposite a food flavourings factory. Add bubble gum or synthetic strawberry into the mix.

[greengartside]

I used to live about half a mile from the sugar factory. It was a very acquired smell to put it mildly!

[Felly Magic]

There is a huge one at Duddery Hill in Haverhill that stinks, sure it does stuff for the likes of Haribo. Anyhoo, bringing this kicking and screaming back on topic, has anyone heard from the GGG? Or will we find an abandoned R16 covered in blood somewhere in rural Lincolnshire?

[pshome]

I am sure they do well, no interweb in these remote parts of the world and they ate their pigeons in desperation because no open eatery  sundays.

[Felly Magic]

Everywhere no matter what day of the week seems to close when they hear Junkman is in the proximity, even 24 hr supermarkets LOL

[dollywobbler]

To make The Junkman go to Lincolnshire it's got to be at least another R16 or maybe a Facel Vega Excellence.

 

Funnily enough, there was (or maybe even still is) an Excellence sitting rotting in a field in Lincolnshire.

[DeeJay]

Everywhere no matter what day of the week seems to close when they hear Junkman is in the proximity, even 24 hr supermarkets LOL

 

Especially Ireland.

[Pillock]

Funnily enough, there was (or maybe even still is) an Excellence sitting rotting in a field in Lincolnshire.

 

There probably isn't any more, it's on it's way to the North West after Junkman fixed it with fag packet foil, some string and a hammer.

[Wack]

I think you will find Wisbech is in Cambridgeshire.

Plenty of opportunity for death around there , the A47 has a nice stretch near wisbech that looks like it used to be one of those 3 lane roads of death

 

I was following a truck when a car overtook both of us , plenty of room as the road is really wide , discovery 2 coming the other way , driver not paying attention , he's in the middle of his lane when he spots the car and makes a sudden left

 

The disco suspension really didn't like it , I've never seen a car so out of shape in my life , it was like the mirrors were scraping the tarmac left right left as he came past me , I watched in the mirror and it was a long way before he got it back

 

Luckily the road was empty behind or he'd definitely have hit someone , I bet he proper shat himself

[JeeExEll]

Aliens?

 

An abduction maybe.

[Junkman]

I have seen things today, you will never believe.

[vulgalour]

I would, half my family is from Lincolnshire.

[Junkman]

 

[Felly Magic]

I've been to Mablethorpe Junkman, many times, so can believe anything when it comes to Lincolnshite 

[Junkman]

I would, half my family is from Lincolnshire.

 

No, you wouldn't.

[vulgalour]

so... commigrulations are in order?

[Junkman]

Shortly after we entered the county the name of which must not be mentioned, we decided to be hungry.

So in the next godforsaken shithole in the middle of fuck all, the eeriness of which cannot possibly be clad in appropriate lyrics,

I mustered what little braveness I had left and entered this establishment:

 

 

The place, advertising food being available all day, was pretty empty save for a genuine whitch behind the bar.

She asked me what I want, so told her that my intention is to feed.

She asked me whether I had booked a table, which I veridically answered with 'nope'.

She said 'sorry, we are fully booked, so we won't serve any walk ins'.

I looked around the empty place, pissed on their doorstep and left.

[Felly Magic]

What is it with JM and buying things from Lincolnshire type places? Even the white R16 came from the German version of it

[Junkman]

In hindsight, I should have walked back in and shot that whbitch. With a silver bullet.

[Junkman]

What is it with JM and buying things from Lincolnshire type places? Even the white R16 came from the German version of it

 

It's not my fucking fault that the correct cars always are in the wrong locations.

[Sigmund Fraud]

You still haven't told us what it is...

 

[Dick Cheeseburger]

That place looks like a cross between a community centre, a toilet, and a Tesco Extra. I'm surprised the Renault didn't start muttering French obscenities as you piloted it alongside the chavs cars outside.

 

Edit: Is that excrement sprayed down the side of the Focus?

[Junkman]

Anyway, avoiding being spit roasted in front of a beer tent during one of their indigenous rituals,

we found something we certainly will never need:

 

 

DERV.

 

However, we also found something we did need:

 

 

This was actually a remarkably pleasurable experience, since the staff was friendly, the food was good and the prices adequate.

What was weird is that we had to enter the place through the deliveries entrance, then walk through a living room, the toilets,

the kitchen and a storage room to finally reach the dining area.

[Felly Magic]

Will you be getting this latest purchase exorcised and washed in holy water? And is it a Renner 16 TX? 

[Junkman]

Edit: Is that excrement sprayed down the side of the Focus?

 

You got that shit right.

[Junkman]

After a long time not covering much distance, but seeing a lot of really weird stuff, we parked alongside a container the contents of which I seriously don't want to know.

 

 

However, we knew that we found the correct place, because only a shiter could have possibly rocked up with this:

 

 

Indeed, it turned out to be the fine steed of Dodgytom of this parish.

[Junkman]

Then things brightened up. Tremendously.

 

 

 

[Felly Magic]

Junkman if you ever have a Kollekshunfred near Wakefield, I reccomend Redbeck cafe on the Donny road, and that is Renner 16 philth! How did you keep your composure?

[Junkman]

The raison d'etre of our visit was thus:

 

 

[chodweaver]

Shortly after we entered the county the name of which must not be mentioned, we decided to be hungry.

So in the next godforsaken shithole in the middle of fuck all, the eeriness of which cannot possibly be clad in appropriate lyrics,

I gathered what little braveness I had left and entered this establishment:

 

 

The place, advertising food being available all day, was pretty empty save for a genuine whitch behind the bar.

She asked me what I want, so told her that my intention is to feed.

She asked me whether I had booked a table, which I veridically answered with 'nope'.

She said 'sorry, we are fully booked, so we won't serve any walk ins'.

I looked around the empty place, pissed on their doorstep and left.

I'd say you had a lucky escape, there.

 

That's a flat roof pub!

 

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