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Post by Carl on Apr 17, 2022 18:16:10 GMT
That's an invitation Roll up for the Mystery Tour Roll up To make a reservation Roll up for the Mystery Tour
Roll up They've got everything you need Roll up for the Mystery Tour Roll up Satisfaction guaranteed
Roll up for the Mystery Tour
The Magical Mystery Tour is hoping to take you away Hoping to take you away
An application still attached to a January, 1969 copy of MotorSport
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Post by chrisb on Apr 18, 2022 10:05:29 GMT
having travelled twice with them, once to the great Zandvoort only to see one of my favourite drivers retire prematurely [1981....] and then the brilliant Spa in 83 - but the journey was torture as was the indifference shown to any paying passengers - but I did it!
Carl, I am beginning to think I have been on a magical mystical tour for a very long time, [bleep bleep satnav of life - I jest of course....]
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Post by Carl on Apr 18, 2022 17:45:56 GMT
having travelled twice with them, once to the great Zandvoort only to see one of my favourite drivers retire prematurely [1981....] and then the brilliant Spa in 83 - but the journey was torture as was the indifference shown to any paying passengers - but I did it! Carl, I am beginning to think I have been on a magical mystical tour for a very long time, [bleep bleep satnav of life - I jest of course....] Chris, I often have the same feeling. "There's a fog upon L.A. and my friends have lost their way. We'll be over soon, they said, now they've lost themselves instead." I came within five feet of George Harrison at Long Beach late on the Saturday in 1978, close enough to ascertain that the walrus was someone else. You and John have the same impressions of Page Tours. I'm glad I left the insert in the magazine, although had the three of us been on the same coach, we might have made it magical Cheers, Carl
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Post by René on Apr 18, 2022 19:04:46 GMT
having travelled twice with them, once to the great Zandvoort only to see one of my favourite drivers retire prematurely [1981....] and then the brilliant Spa in 83 - but the journey was torture as was the indifference shown to any paying passengers - but I did it! Carl, I am beginning to think I have been on a magical mystical tour for a very long time, [bleep bleep satnav of life - I jest of course....] It’s nice to think that I was also there, both Zandvoort ‘81 and Spa ‘83. John was also at Spa that year.
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Post by charleselan on Apr 18, 2022 19:32:15 GMT
Jeez, Carl you are so right..... Page & Moy Travel. Truly one of lifes worst ever experiences, used them twice stupidly in 1982 for the tragic Belgian GP at Zolder, and again for Spa in 1983. Never again after that and used a another company for my first excursion to Le Mans in 1990 which was much better, but after that all my own steam. Overriding memories if that is what one can call them were of getting to Zolder late with most of the Saturday morning practice complete thanks to the incompetent coach driver getting lost, so little chance to get one last look at Gilles. Staying in a hotel in Brussels overnight and getting on the coach next morning with the English male guide stinking of garlic. Being dumped in Zeebrugge Ferry Terminal for hours before boarding, no facilities available back then unlike today. In 1983 the one memory of some idiot in a group of idiots who thought it such a wheeze to constantly refer to the female guide called Claire as "E'Claire" said in a distinct north of England accent, nothing against northern English people at all just that imbecile as he must have said it 1,000 time on both out bound and homeward bound runs .
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Post by robmarsh on Apr 19, 2022 12:04:18 GMT
Jeez, Carl you are so right..... Page & Moy Travel. Truly one of lifes worst ever experiences, used them twice stupidly in 1982 for the tragic Belgian GP at Zolder, and again for Spa in 1983. Never again after that and used a another company for my first excursion to Le Mans in 1990 which was much better, but after that all my own steam. Overriding memories if that is what one can call them were of getting to Zolder late with most of the Saturday morning practice complete thanks to the incompetent coach driver getting lost, so little chance to get one last look at Gilles. Staying in a hotel in Brussels overnight and getting on the coach next morning with the English male guide stinking of garlic. Being dumped in Zeebrugge Ferry Terminal for hours before boarding, no facilities available back then unlike today. In 1983 the one memory of some idiot in a group of idiots who thought it such a wheeze to constantly refer to the female guide called Claire as "E'Claire" said in a distinct north of England accent, nothing against northern English people at all just that imbecile as he must have said it 1,000 time on both out bound and homeward bound runs . Sadly there is always one
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Post by chrisb on Apr 20, 2022 15:58:38 GMT
living in the North east of England for some 20+ years I can concur there are more than 'one' but there are also a great many who aren't
Memories of Spa are clearer than some of the Zandvoort trip, although I do remember the start more than anything else, no guidance no dialogue just here's the coach here's the circuit get on with it, I think it could have been my first European trip on my own and unsure as I was I would have appreciated some guidance - just remember those fantastic sights and a regret I haven't been back, yet, anyway -
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