It seems there is a bit of a problem with the cap. He got a free flight to the Grand Canyon and missed his flight back out.

His latest message has come in by text, having no facility to e mail. It has cost the club an absolute fortune to receive it. The treasurer is going bloody crazy. The long winded text reads

Help I'm stranded. My friend Brent gave me a free flight here to the Grand Canyon and cracked open the bubbly.

His last words were, "Make sure your'e back on the ridge by 6pm, I have to fly out by then before the bats come out of the caves. I can't risk a collision with my blades
".
The bubbly went straight to my head and I went into a deep sleep and missed the flight out.

I've had some dreams in my lifetime but when Nick is one man short on a Sunday and picks a cow to make the eleven up, that takes the biscuit.. The dreams didn't stop there. It was tea when Picky came out of the scorebox and said to a full pavilion, "I don't want any tea, I'm going on a drinks only diet. Anybody want a beer"

At this point I woke up with a stinking hangover to a roaring sun with a Condor on a rock looking for an easy meal. He was looking at a deranged badger on his last legs. Burnsy where are you, get me out of here, I don't want to be eaten alive by some vulture, I will do anything you say.

I've spent the night here now and it is scary. There were bats everywhere and the sound of rattlesnakes kept me awake for most of the night.

This morning, just as another Condor got a little closer another flight dropped in for a visit. I have tried a get a lift back out but have been refused as they say there is a badger cull back in the UK. I cannot stand another night here by myself HELP.

Having seen this text, the taxman is at this moment formulting a plan to rescue the cap.

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