The journey to Newquay traditionally begins with breakfast at Kingswinford Snooker Club at 9am.  And for those not driving, it starts with beer and continues with beer until we get there.  Sharing the driving in Chuggsy as normal were Quick Buck and Image with this years keen passengers, Bluff, Eggergizer and Hero.  The rest made their way down in cars.  At the usual half-way service stop, unbelievably Memphis found the Clubflat sticker he planted two years ago still in place!  Arriving in Newquay some four hours later, an unexpected sight greeted us at Sainsbury's cash point, one you wouldn't normally associate with Newquay.  Two incredibly ugly, fat chuffers slumped on the floor stuffing their fat greedy faces with Mr Kipling Cherry Bakewell cakes they had just bought. The munters couldn't even wait until they got home.  Worse, they had children and they were with them.  What a future they have to look forward to.  Somehow these scrubbers had slipped through the net and got into the babe haven that is Newquay.  Pray we don't see any more.