22. Oct 13 "The taxmans rescue plan"

Latest news on the Thrumpton cap is that Burnsy concocted a rescue plan to evacuate the badger from the Grand Canyon.

With the cap now in a state of mental exhaustion and hallucinating, Burnsy placed a full half page advert in the Nottingham Evening Post for anybody travelling to the Grand Canyon who could rescue the cap.

It seems that the taxman has saved the day as a couple on honeymoon have come to the rescue. The cap has got in touch by email so it seems the cap has got out of the hot desert with the Club Treasurer now back to normal with no more extortionate text bills to pay.

The cap not aware of the rescue plan writes.

I've been here a week now now and been living on scraps of hamburgers left in the bin. At night when the bats come out I go to the caves. During the day I keep out of the sun by using the rocks for cover thats if there is no rattlesnakes about. I have to keep out of view of the Condors.

I smell like Tommy Harkers underpants. I never thought I would say it but I have been thinking of them nights when I was lying on the top of Burnsys bag while he was watching Haemmorhoid farm on the telly while eating fish and chips from Compton Acres chip shop.

This morning I had a stroke of luck. Meet Chris and Heather who visited the Canyon today on their honeymoon. I could not believe it when they said they lived across the Trent in Beeston and have been following my fortunes.
They gave me a nice cheese sandwich and a lucozade sport and sprayed me with a deodorant. I must reek a bit. Phil offered me a way out of this place when he placed me on his head to get me on his flight out.

The badger is on his way. Where to next, I do not know I am in the hands of Chris and Heather although I am concious of the fact that I do not want a free bed tonight not while this lovely couple are on their honeymoon at least

Burnsys to Heathrow to Buenas Aires to Cayman Isles to Philadelphia to Niagara Falls to Thrumpton to the ICC Dubai to Brazil to the Grand Canyon