A couple of guys were carted off to the ambualnce not looking very well at all!

Wandering round the site looking for interesting bikes I found the Gixer (below), this was built in four months from the ground up, forgot to get the guy's name but he'd done a good job of it.

Lots of detail and nice engineering touches, always appeals to me over a flash paint job.

So the monsoon arrived and everyone made for the beer tent.

The usual Saturday (more pissed than Friday antics unfolded.

The members (sic) of the Saints and Sinners who won the best club turnout treated all and sundry to an impromptu bare arsed display of the old rally chestnut of Pole Climbing.

True to plan, I awoke on Saturday only 50% crumpled at the bottom of the tent,

Saturday morning's entertainment (actually could've been serious but luckily it wasn't) a guy on a trike appeared screaming with the bars full tilt one way but goin' straight on, presumably stuck in gear? came hurtling over and down the hill and crashed into som poor guy's chop.

A wander down to Lanchester for a pub lunch and it was back the the "Guy's beating the shit out of each other" Show.

Quite a crowd had gathered to watch the spectacle (no, not the Master of Ceremonies who was losing the rag as he kept walking out of range with the radio mic) of four guys padded up and carrying 30kgs of chain mail commenced beating the crap out of each other.

This proved very popular, especially with the ladies in the audience. A bit like wrestling on "world of sport" when I was a kid, all the women screaming for them to go for it.