[the_lone_wolf]

Originally Posted by madness

Picture this.

One rider leaves home in Scotland, as he travels south he meets other riders and they tag along, they pass through the north west and more riders swell their ranks. Into Yorkshire and the Midlands they ride picking up yet more riders, the noise gradually growing. They head south east and along the way more joined the intrepid band. The noise is now no longer a distant rumble but is a full blown overhead mother of all storms. people run for cover as we approach, children cling to their parents. We finally reach our destination ready to do battle and.....

realise you're in wales?