Various antics pursued throughout the day such as golf, the beach, surfing, the pub, milling around Newquay, eating, and sorting out Chuggsy's nosebleed at the local garage.  Yes Chuggsy had a nosebleed.  On the 2nd day whilst parked up at Fistral beach, oil began to piss out of the front grill like a Texan rig.  Luckily for us there was a garage a few doors down from the B&B.  Not so lucky for us was that we'd Clubflatted this place the night before on the crawl home!  With the van also covered in Clubflat stickers, we thought the garage was sure to suss it.  But they promptly fixed Chuggsy and sent us on our way!  Clearly they feared the wrath of The Don.  Then we had The Mitchell Brothers, Rhythm and Bodge-It.  No matter what time of day, no matter what other event was happening, these two could always be found in one place, just like their Eastender counterparts.... the pub!

Just the thing to start they day.  Now you see it...

...And now you don't!

Too big for the childrens helicopter machine, Memphis stickered it instead

Waitresses at The Newquay Arms. Yours is the one on the left

Anyone for Clubflat Jagermeister bombs?

The Mitchell Brothers patrolled the streets looking for scum

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The Don had privileged parking in Newquay

Great legs...

...even better arse