Dids orienteering stories Part 5 (the real one!)

[Dids]

Dids orienteering stories Part 5

O-ringen 2001, Märsta, N.Stockholm: The Simon Beck story continued……………

This was probably the best of the 13 o-ringen’s I’ve ever been to. The banter was at the max all week.
For example:
Ben Dover ran the last day in a short little white dress, just picture it guys a 95kilo heffer in a dress made for an anorexic 15 year old girl, not pretty!
The local Hells Angel’s tried to stir the jobby with us and get real cocky in their local bar, so Tony ‘Jock’ Lawther challenged them to a drinking race, Tony was so fast necking his beer he was already ordering another before the long haired pussy had taken a sip!
“Brickhill-Jones (BJ) catering services to poor foreigners” provided us, about 20 ozzies and brits, with free food all week at the restaurant. If ya think that boys feet are fast you should see his fingers move…..

Most of the weeks banter was happening down at the campsite though. Most of us were up for drinking all week so plenty Swedish pish beer was being drunk…..problem was that week in July was a noping scorcher. Anyone who’s tasted Swedish lager knows it tastes like pish when chilled, so just imagine the taste warm, yeah not good. We needed a solution, and as it happened the solution was only 500m away up the hill in the local council estate, we found 2 sweet ass fridges. With 5 of us lads helping, each of those noping fridges took about an hour to move back to the camping, including straight through a bit of forest and a ditch. But by god it was worth it, cold beers all week, sweet as!

As you can imagine the last night party started at the camping, our fridges filled with beer, it was total carnage, and a wicked night.
By the time we’d got up the next morning the place was a total noping rubbish pit, it was totally trashed. This didn’t really bother us though considering we all felt like jobbie and that we had a rush to get the boat to Finland for WOC 2001. Problem was Simon Beck was camping nearby, and was starting to get increasingly concerned we were just gonna leave our fridges, garden furniture, rubbish etc. Simon ‘eco-warrior’ Beck was getting wound up and not a happy chappy. Now I’d known Simon a while and knew how keen he was to earn a bit of cash, I mean this is the guy that hires out his house and lives in his car! So it was time for me to calm Simon down and strike a deal………

Dids :”I tell ya what Simon mate, lets come to a little arrangement shall we”
Simon: “ummmmm what do you mean”
Dids : “I mean a nice guy like you might like to earn a bit of cash”
Simon: (eyes widen)“ummm cash you say”
Dids: “Yeah I’ll give you this nice 20kr note if you clear the camp up for us, get rid of the fridges, the tables, and the rubbish…………….and drive all 15 of us, with bags, down to the station in town”
Simon: “Well that sounds reasonable”

So for 20kr, the equivalent of £1.50, Simon drove us all down to the station in town, making around 4 separate trips which totalled about 30km of driving, and cleaned up our campsite. The best 20kr ever spent.

I’ll always wonder what the poor bastard did with those fridges.
Simon Beck what a legend.

[dids]

sorry for lateness, moving house this week, its an end of an era at Pennygången 43........so the party's at Skiljemyntsgatan 17 from now on, its bigger, and loads of neighbours to really piss off, welcome

[Mr. Furness]

cheers dids