Date: 18th to 19th of February, 2005
Final Destination: Nottingham, Notts 112.4 miles from home by the nearest road route. This means a fat 230 miles mishing in 24 hours!
Transport: Public Transport (bus) there, stay overnight in a hotel, earliest coach back.
Aims: Stay night in hotel and get to Nottingham by above mentioned transport. Have manliness competition. Post a letter in Nottingham.
Notes: Mishketeers ONLY.
Nottingham is not only the capital of Nottinghamshire, but also the European capital of gun crime. Robin Hood was from Nottingham and Notts Forest won the European Cup under Brian Clough twice. That's really all its got going for it. So the mishketeers will be weary of rustling bushes and tall storage buildings (for flying bullets or arrows), as well as the usual dangers of getting caught/ raped/ mugged/ buggered etc.
Travel to Nottingham by bus
approx. £10 each.
Hotel £45 for one night.
National Express Home, £7 each.
Therefore total cost=
(10 x 3) + 45 + (7x 3) =
30 + 45 + 21 = £96 approx
-----------ACTUAL COST-----------------
(15 X 3) + 45 + (7X3) + 17p=
45 + 45 + 21 + 0.17 = £111.17
FINALLY LOADED AND EDITED AND READY FOR YOUR VIEWING PLEASURE
PICTURES!!!
The Nottingham mish is a landmark for the mishketeers. Not only is it by far the fattest mish they have completed, and the mish was overall a success, but it was the first time that they have been forced to sacrafice themselves truly for a mish.
All went to plan at first. A few money worries crept in as the buses to to Liverpool- Chester and Chester- Whitchurch set them back £12, a rate which would eventually break their budget, but as luck seemed to be smiling upon them, they eventually bought an all day pass.
On the way to Wem, no we don't know where that is either, there was a guy on the bus (see pictures) who was a lunatic but was funny. He spoke to the mishketeers about his love for The Stones and Velvet Underground and drunk Vodka from a botle he kept in his pocket. Bizarrely though, he seemed comfortable sharing with 3 complete strangers a story where he took a piss on the back of a bus to Whitchurch, which was funny in an uncomfortable sort of way.
Time was short. The mishketeers dashed through the shithole that is Telford city centre, otherwise known as 'land of the chavs' just catching the last bus, thinking, "This is what its all about."
Missing the final bus from Shrewsbury to Telford forced the mishketeers into the even more complicated world of local trains (a world they would become more familiar with as the mish progressed) but they did, eventually reach Telford.
A smooth journey through Telford to Stafford raised spirits and, although they were devastated at missing the last bus service from Stafford - they were only three local train services from their final destination.
With not enough money in the kitty, they were forced to eat into the 'contingency fund' which was sorely needed to pay for the nights accomodation in a Nottingham Travel Lodge. In order to avoid spending a night under the stars (as done in Leeds), the mishketeers tried their best to forge JB's sisters credit card details, and lull a hotel manager into believing that the details were not stolen/false etc. - which was hard - but that's another story.
But then the problems started. Rob and JB had both brought bags containing vital stuff like tickets home, clothes, passports etc.
Rob left his on the train.
"Don't Panic," thought the mishketeers and with 15 minutes to their next train Rob reported the loss and the bag was located and while he would have to conplete the mish without his passprt (to prove he was under 16) and a change of clothes, it seemed the problem has been remedied.
But their downfall came in a woman's failure to understand a simple request, "Don't phone my house until 3 o'clock tomorrow."
While on the train to Leicester, Fee's phone rang.
"Where are you," enquired Rob's mum,
"David's, house" Rob replied, panicking,
"Is that David's, Nuneaton?" she comedically asked.
Shit.
They were forced to confess to their whereabouts (about two trains away fromNottignham.)
Knowing they were in trouble, the mishketeers still tirelessly and heroically completed the mish and arrived in Nottingham.
Some trouble getting to and into the hotel dampened spirits slightly, as the wanker at the desk wouldn't accept JB's sistetr's credit card details which we forged earlier in Stafford, but it was still a good night.
The early start in the morning didn't bother the mishketeers. They properly explored the centre and messed round on scooters and saw some graffiti, which was nice.
The journey home was long but fun and the mish was completed, a fantastically fun and hilarious mish, spoiled slightly by the inevitablilty of the wait before the next one due to trouble, but nevermind.
See them HERE