Road trips are officially the new thing. Its adventurous and its our way of escaping from the norm.

The next chapter of this road tripping story begins (as usual) from the heath, heading west. We drove for a few dozen miles and reached a nice town of Aylesbury, here we popped into a pub and spectated the Aylesbury Karaoke singers - and they werent too bad. We then headed towards the village of Quainton, and we arrived just before midnight.

At Quainton we came across this old railway station, Luke pranged Jay out by saying he could hear gaurds coming (obviously by breaking an entry we werent supposed to be there). We then left the station to find a place to sleep in the village.We managed to find a nice Church car park to sleep in. I fell asleep in the back pretty easily, Luke and Jay pranked a few people till the early hours.

In the morning (7:40!), i was shocked to have been woken up by a light knocking on the door. Jay wound the window down to see an orange lady holding a grolsh bottle and a chicken bag asking "who's is this?". I dropped Jay into it,he admitted and she put it in the bin for us. She asked about 23 times if we were ok, and she then left. She soon returned with 3 cups of coffee (which were awful but it was the thought that counted). We were told we had to get out the car park so Luke started the engine and it was running a little rough, as i climbed into the front the engine stopped. I tried to move the car, but he werent happening. The slaves moved the car to a shop and Luke asked for some water (which is what we were in desperate need of). Filled the car up, and it still didnt work! Poo!

So there we were pushing the pootmobile through Quainton village at 8am, making so much noise! Eventually rolled into a village hall car park and we were to pop over to the service garage (leaving the keys in the ignition, and the windows wound down). Once we were just about to head back to the car, i said to the guys "I don't have my key's on me"...Jay *head bows down*: "Uh oh!... (slight pause) "I locked the doors and the windows". We returned to the car, tried to get in and we were stuck!! "SHIT"

So there we were, locked outside a car which wouldnt even start up, but had all our stuff in there! So we strolled around asking locals for help. One guy advised us of the location of the guy who owns the garage, but as we walked down further we embarked a guy called Max (who spoke like Clint Eastwood and was very mysterious and wise), we told him of our problem and he told us not to go near the garage guy, "he wouldnt do anyone any favours"

We returned to the car with a cable to open the door from the inside with, passers by observed as we tried for at least 45 mins. Finally at exactly 10am we got in, and were so releaved. Got the car started eventually in reverse gear, and we were off... TO BICESTER! Which was shit, then we headed towards Oxford (expensive), then back at home!

Complimented the weekend with a trip to Southend on Sunday, Craig joined the trio and there were lots of headbanging to System, as well as mooneying people on the A127! And luke being tied up was also hilari-ass!