up and Bocked without the hurricane. The day Spence left was my birthday, we were all worn out from the driving and surfing so we weren’t in any mood to celebrate. Staying in Lagos we decided to get a bit of food and have a wander before crashing out. Within five minutes of walking into the town we were whisked into a club and I was doing shots off a flaming bar and getting hit around the head with a cricket bat. Lagos is a cool little town with a massive nightlife. Marlon Lipke was out, him and Skip were having a right good groove on the dance floor and yes Skip can actually dance. I ended up getting kicked in the nuts and chinned by a bouncer, and Skip had a bin
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bag wrapped around his head. Skippy made me laugh so hard the next morning I could barely breathe; he is a small man with a massive heart. It was the last day and after the week’s antics and the team manager missing we were all feeling a bit worn out. The dream was dead! Bock off, the dream is never dead! Skippy decided he wanted to cool off in the fountain in the middle of town. It was packed full of tourists, old pork and cheese fishermen talking about their days catch, and there he was floating on his back doing the full dad swim, fully clothed, with his head popping out of the water like a little Cornish otter, that’s when we realised the dream is never dead… Bock on!