CHARITY CYCLE

July 29th - Charity Cycle 114 mile Pembrokeshire loop in aid of Macmillan Cymru Wales.  All cyclists will donate a minimum of £10 and all monies will go to the charity.

Start from Pendine 0700 hrs. Approximate return 1800 hrs.

The ride will be supported by a back up vehicle. Lunch will be taken in St Davids.

Names signed up so far:


ANDY EDWARDS
GETHIN JONES
PHIL WILLOGHBY
IANNIS IRELAND
NICK RUSSELL
COLIN EDWARDS

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Two Fat Cyclists and the Stabilisers

The Two Fat Cyclists and Uncle Lyndon have sadly ended, It was always difficult with Lyndon living so far away. It was great while it lasted, so many memories we have and so many good times, especially touring! Let's hope we meet up soon.

Anyway The Two Fat Cyclists are reinvented with the addition of Uncle Keef, a guitarist who has chosen a Telecaster as his weapon of mass destruction. Pugh the sticks will also make up the band and on we go. The Two Fat Cyclists and the Stabilisers are born!

First gig, this Saturday May 19th for a private 25th anniversary party bash in Haverdforwest followed by The Dairies Club, Carmarthen on Sat 26th May.

Lots of fun to have!!!!

Two Fat Cyclists & Friends band practice at the Tin Shed - 'Copperhead Road'

Upcoming Gigs - Summer 2012

THE TWO FAT CYCLISTS BAND - PORK PIE, TEDDY, UNCLE KEEF AND PUGH THE STICKS
Saturday, May 19th - Haverdfordwest 25th Anniversary Private Party


THE TWO FAT CYCLISTS BAND - PORK PIE, TEDDY, UNCLE KEEF AND PUGH THE STICKS
Saturday, May 26th - Dairies Club, Carmarthen
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TWO FAT CYCLISTS and UNCLE KEEF
Friday, June 1st - Amroth Castle, Amroth 8.30p.m. start


THE TWO FAT CYCLISTS BAND - PORK PIE, TEDDY, UNCLE KEEF AND PUGH THE STICKS
Saturday, June 30th - The Tin Shed, Laugharne 3p.m. start - Bar Available. Free Entry.

TWO FAT CYCLISTS, UNCLE KEEF AND PUGH THE STICKS
Sunday, July 22nd - Lifeboat Inn, Tenby 9p.m. start


Anybody looking to book the band as a duo, 3 piece or a full band - please phone 07815823497

Pals' pedal power helps out charity | This is South Wales

Pals' pedal power helps out charity | This is South Wales: "TWO Pendine cyclists have raised £8,000 for a children's centre after an epic 1,000-mile ride through America's industrial heartland.

Cyclists Andy Edwards and Phil Jenkins, known locally as the Two Fat Cyclists, covered 1,000 miles in just six days from Chicago to New York, raising funds for the Canolfan Plant Sir Gâr children's centre charity."

'via Blog this'

Slideshow of Charity Trip

Saturday - Grand Slam

Les has fed us the night before with veggie cawl and bara caws.
Now all excited about getting to Manhattan to watch game. 

Flag waving for Lesley before the off

Outside the Red Lion, Bleecker Street, NYC

Andy with Bryn - Half time Wales are in the lead.
Bryn hasn't played the Bowls Club, ODP, Richmond yet!

Lyndon with Bryn struggling for breath on the last big push - notice Bryn copes with it!

The man was dressed as a Leprechaun on the corner of  Times Square. Asked what part of Ireland he was from , he  had no answer, he had no English!

Five hours of walking the streets past very drunk amateurs has taken it out of us!
The parade goes on and on. We go in search of Cheesecake at Grand Central Station

Peint O Gwrw - Chatham

Day 6 in the saddle

After last nights gig we make plans on the way back to Pat and Wendy's for an early start for Andy and I. We agree a 7.30 breakfast and that we start to cycle by 8.30 and leave our support behind for an hour.

As it happens the fantastic hospitality keeps us at the breakfast table a little longer than planned and we get off at just after 9am. Prior to leaving there's an impromptu jam with host, Pat. Out come various guitars and Lyndon quietly belts out 'Treat Her Right' while Phillip tickles the drums and Andy acoustically plays the ukelele in his pyjamas.


 It's a little colder this morning and overcast but not so bad. There are some long steady climbs out of Chatham through Spencer's Town. At the top of the climb it starts to rain hard and the temperature feels like its plummeting. Having left Chatham with no gloves and only lightweight jackets we are soon soaked to the skin and freezing especially on the downhills. By the time we hit the 10 mile mark at Austerlitz I am in bits and have ice cream headache, my teeth are chattering and I cannot concentrate on the road. I tell the big man that I have to stop. We pull over and try again after a minute but the cold returns immediately.

We dive into an old wooden post office and the kind ladies there let us warm near a heater. There is no phone signal and we keep an eye out for the support vehicle. We've been out over an hour and haven't seen them.

Another 20 mins passes and still no sign. By now the big man is suffering as well.

We have cycled up and down the road trying to get mobile signal but have to go back to the post office and ask Suann to telephone our hosts from last night in case F troop are still there....they are.... Chatting and finishing off the bacon and pancakes... Andy explains to Gethin where we are.."you haven't got far have you" he says. It's freezing and we've climbed nearly 1000ft.

A Doctor comes in and asks us if we are having any hallucinations and diagnoses mild hypothermia.

When the support eventually arrive BFGUL gets out of the van and comments "bit chilly isn't it"!

We get into the van change into dry clothes and get some food and a coffee. Andy is so cold that he cannot hold his bowl of cereals and pours milk all over himself. Gethin has to dry him off with a copy of the Wall Street Journal including a quick dab around the 'man fruit'.

We do a few miles in the van and then cycle into Greenwich but not before missing our turning and doing an extra 8 miles into NY. We can't understand when we don't see the Connecticut state sign. We phone the support who reminiscent of the Tawawa incident declares that they are 'at Leslie's. Well we are not I explain and try to tell him where we are. ' you should have taken the 433 he repeats'. "shut up and listen to me explaining where we are" I say I the nicest possible way trying to avoid being mowed down on the main highway into NY.

He then suggests that we may want to cycle back up the 7 miles of hill to the turn. ' get in the van or car or whatever and get down here PLEASE' and I hang up.

The mono brow and Leslie turn up and give us a lift back to the 433 and we then cycle the last few miles through Connecticut and on to our welcoming party on Riversville Rd.

We're grateful to get to our end destination and get a shower and have great food and drink and a chat up with Les.

Tomorrow we're off into NY city to meet up with a number of expats and glitterati from Cymru for 'The Match' and a sing song hopefully with Bryn Terfel. Let's hope he can compete with The mighty larynx that is BFGUL....

Mae bys Meri-Ann wedi brifo,
A Dafydd y gwas ddim yn iach.
Mae'r baban yn y crud yn crio,
A'r gath wedi sgramo Joni bach.
Sosban fach yn berwi ar y tân,
Sosban fawr yn berwi ar y llawr,
A'r gath wedi sgramo Joni bach.
Dai bach y sowldiwr,
Dai bach y sowldiwr,
Dai bach y sowldiwr,
A gwt ei grys e mas.


Look out.........

Thursday 15th March (Cycle Day 5)

 After a night of homo erotic karaoke, catfish and ribs at Mo Mo's BBQ in Harrisburg which, BFGUL thinks is the murder capital of the States having watched the television news at the hotel we had an early start again. Up at 6am and out of the hotel before 7am and into the city traffic.

Chimp Boy is at the wheel and we're heading north for a while before cycling to Chatham this evening where we will meet our host Pat Barnett-Mulligan, his wife Wendy and their friend Tom  (pub landlord) and play an acoustic set (with accompanying screaming Strat and harp) at The Peint O  Cwrw. Let's hope they're into it and we put on a decent show.

We have a hard but great day cycling into and through NY State around the East Delaware reservoir (Pepacton). A massive body of water that feeds NY. There are some climbs as we are in the Catskill Mountains and even on the decents we have to pedal hard because our old friend the headwind is back. We do a twenty miler then move to tens for the rest of the day.

Lyndon says to me before one leg, "it's OK last day today!" but it's not we have more to come tomorrow.

Our last leg is from Hudson into Chatham and Teddy and I take a wrong turn in part due to our sketchy sat nav (thanks again Chris and Noelle) which took us down a dead end in a less than salubrious part of town. Turn around, turn around is the call and we make a hasty retreat.

We have a tough 17 miles into Chatham of climbs and small decents and are truly grateful to find the Peint O Cwrw and meet Tom the owner and Jim the barman and some locals for a swift cider before cycling back out of town to go meet our hosts. We also get a $200 dollar donation from Tom and the offer of free food and drink this evening...does it get any better.

We all get a much needed lovely hot shower and a bed each for the night. Now it's off to the bar to entertain and eat. Let's hope it's a good one and there are less male dancers around this evening compared to last nights outing......

Update 23.30hrs

BFGUL takes Chatham By Storm - Anglo / American relation suffer in the process

We arrive at the Peint O Cwrw at 7.45 and meet and greet everyone. BFGUL is clearly fired up for the evenings performance. Like a prizefighter he is bouncing on tip toes ready for action at the sound of the bell.

He's early into a cider and demanding to be plugged in and have stands, mic's, lyrics etc set up to his liking and then wandering off to bask in the affection and friendship of all around who are soon to be engulfed in his power vocals.



We open with a half dozen numbers and the maestro has to reign himself in but you can see he's straining at the leash. Fellow musos come into the venue bearing percussion, recorders, harmonicas and our host Pat with his Dobro.


 BFGUL floats like a butterfly between groups directing proceedings loosely and then disapearing into the crowd leaving others to actually sort things out.

We play numbers with all that arrive and then the BIG moment arrives......DELILAH.




 The strat is laid down, it's magic and work done for the evening, now its time for the vocal chords to man up and fulfil their destiny.


Within the first 10 bars of the song, the Pencoed Warbler has taken his mic and stand in hand a' la Rod Stewart and is doing press ups against the bar. He's then moved across in front of both the big man and I and is exercising his larynx to the max. All that was missing was the whipping off of a pair of  velcro'd together trousers to reveal leopard skin briefs. If he had I don't think anyone would have been surprised. In BFGUL world this was Wembley...

At the end of the gig it turned slightly sour with accusations of missing plectrums and mic leads with compulsory searches of everyone's bags that were leaving. " I can't play NY without a mic lead" he was heard to repeat over and over.

Lead located, tantrum reduced to manageable and we head back to Pat and Wendy's where we exchange gifts and count at least $200 in further donations in addition to what Tom had earlier given.

A great night in a great town with great people.


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