Next month's Ruff Mag features columnist and off-road enthusiast, Clive Drungehard, talking candidly about his enduring love affair with a now elderly lady. With permission, we print an excerpt to whet your appetite.
Our first encounter was on a Friday evening in 1973, down a back street of Bolden-cum-Hack. I paid a man £100 for her. She was battered, scratched, and leaking a bit, but she was beautiful. My very own Landy [sic] Rover. I took her home, washed and cleaned her before going to bed. The next morning I rose early, jumped inside her and off we went on the first of many dirty, filthy, mucky weekends. A thirsty girl, I filled her up twice before we reached our destination; the glorious Peak District.
We set up camp on the outskirts of a small village, amongst some trees that bordered a very wide and muddy gulley. Perfect for a our first attempt at bogging. With a little tug on my lever, she was on all 4's, her low box making light work for me as I entered the slimy ditch. I'll spare you the ins and outs, suffice to say that after a very hairy but nonetheless enjoyable hour, we ended up well and truly stuck. I lent on my horn for a couple of minutes before eventually going for help. Pulling first timers out of the mudhole seemed to be a regular occurrence for the locals. The rest of the weeked is now a blur, probably because of the hospitality at the Crown Tap. Such a helpful and welcoming community, you could do a lot worse than getting stuck in Firling Ephert.
Read more about Clive's adventures with Landy, plus a review of Aston Busshole's latest model, the Intruder. Ruff Mag - out on February 1st.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Snatch a glimpse of Clive Drungehard's column in our sneak preview
Monday, January 11, 2010
News in brief #2
"Might be!" joked Bertie Spellend when asked if he was going to Ruthie Tascal's Vampire Ball. Spellend's firm, Digital Stimulation, is sponsoring the charity event, all proceeds from which will go towards raising the profile of blood donation.
Meanwhile, a local paparazzi experienced a snowy encounter with a diminutive stranger on Sunday evening. "He was standing there, so I took his picture. Then he propositioned me! He looked like a frozen pygmy," said the Ruff Mag photographer.
"There's no room for this kind of horseplay in Pranker's Wycke," said Tony Poucher commenting on disturbing revelations for the equine community. http://bit.ly/8l9cQ6
Police will today sweep the scene for evidence after a particularly violent attack in Hertinmer Square. "I'd come out of the Sleeping Wit, and bang, it all kicked off. She was a witch," said a dazed Bradley Moomhandled, the victim of last night's assault.
And lastly, now back at home, Ted Rodger's recovery should be speedy. His pride might take longer to mend! Others were also cut off today albeit by snow. http://bit.ly/6cXfvm
