Compared to the time the Budgie and I went to Yellowstone with him - now
that had to be seen to believed. You imagine the scene - geysers, hot
springs and boiling mud puddles sloshing everywhere and a bus load of US
senior citizens (note the Budgie & I are not included) are queued up
outside the limited numbers of toilets all shuffling and looking prostate
and pelvic-floor challenged. And who should come charging along in front of
them all ( because they didn't have their hands on the door handles waiting
for the departure of the inmates) but our boy Roy. Naturally the ladies
inside had their performances "enhanced" by the doors being rattled and the
patiently waiting "outsiders" had their ire raised somewhat by the temerity
of this interloper. When our hero was admonished with a few well-chosen
phrases he appeared somewhat ungrateful for the well-intentioned advice as
to where he should go and what he should do there :-)
Regards,
Bruce.
bhansen at ozemail.com.au