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The
Friday evening is spent drinking beer and playing
board games. McCarthy picked up this bargain
keg of Heineken
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Upton
and Clayton enjoy the game that was brandished
the cheap mans Trivial Pursuit
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Potter
is soon asleep, so we put a tea towel on his
head to create the image of an Arab
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Its
5:40am when we leave Portsmouth, destination
Bournemouth airport
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It
is clear that Clayton and Potter haven't had
much sleep at all
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While
Upton has not had any
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Neither
has McCarthy, the two of them staying up all
night playing Wii golf and discussing the finer
points of Kimi Raikonens career
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Potter
is soon asleep, which affords the opportunity
to play the classic game of using the flash
to wake him up
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An
early cup of tea is taken in from the extensive
range of catering facilities at the airport
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Potter
simply attempts to sleep
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Upton's
passport portrays him as young ASBO child
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Witham
tucks into some delightful toast for breakfast
in the departures lounge
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This
chap did an excellent job of clearing stuff
up
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Clayton
and McCarthy part with £1 for the luxury of
a go on the massage chair
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Fit
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Nerves
start to build as we prepare to board the first
ever Crocs flight
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Disaster
strikes, as McCarthy's trousers begin to fall
apart
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Potter
has a chronic fear of flying, which McCarthy
attempted to put at ease by discussing famous
plane crashes
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Witham
is soon praying for a safe arrival in Scotland
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Upton
looks like he is rather excited by the prospect
of being on a Ryanair plane
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McCarthy
looks rather special
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This
steward helped join in with trying to upset
Potter, by asking the Crocs to inform him if
they saw anything "unusual, like the wing on
fire or the engine dropping off"
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We
arrive safe and sound though, with Potter's
stomach barely intact
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A
hire car was as cool as they come, as these
tinted windows proved
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Murrayfield,
home of Scottish rugby
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This
chap was in traditional dress. Unfortunately,
we couldn't see his sporran
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The
TARDIS was parked safely down an Edinburgh backstreet
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Mark
McGhee was present in all his glory in the Scottish
Sun
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A
beautiful image of the sun
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These
hills in Scotland delighted us with their close
resemblance to breasts
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Welcome
to England - we were back in our home country
already
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Clayton
enjoys his incredibly small burger, complimented
nicely by the semen-flavored cup of soup
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Fit
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Brunton
Park takes an easy lead in the 'most flair floodlights'
category
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The
triangle roof stand was a piece of engineering
genius
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The
asbestos filled main stand
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The
teams come out to the unusual welcome of the
sprinklers still being on
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Brunton
Park also featured unnecessarily large dugouts
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This
board did not sure any highlights, instead rolling
rally racing moments to advertise Eddie Stobart
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Graham
Kavanagh ran the game for the home side
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Kuipers
looking particularly good in his red number
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Potter
looks worryingly happy given the fact that the
Albion trailed 2-0 at half time
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McCarthy
pulls the Bruce
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Rumble
has soon had enough when we go 3-0 down, and
resorts to browsing Facebook
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These
seats begged the question why?
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Potter,
being the hoodlum that he is, stole a hat from
the top of this Christmas tree in Edinburgh
airport
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Which
revealed a strange Scottish tradition of putting
a crab on the top, possibly reminiscent of the
large number of STI's in the country
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Back
in Portsmouth, and the disapointing day out
finishes on a high with a kebab
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While
McCarthy and Witham retire to bed, after a grand
total of 18 hours on the road
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