Psst, Steve, that fella over there's no a Mag member	s'funny how after years an' years of goin' to rallies you fall into the 'let's get the hell there by the most direct and usually boring route possible', well it seemed it was time to forget that and take the 'long way round' for a change. I met up with Foogy and we decided to ride over Glenshee and Braemar to Lumsden instead of the more direct (and tedious) A90 to Eberdeen. So much more scenic, and we were able to stop in at Blamoral and interfere with Chuck and Cammilababy's nuptuals, It had been a while but I think they were glad to see us. And so it was that the poor folk of Lumsden had us lot descend upon their quiet wee village, they thought they seen the last of it after the Fat Bastards moved their rally just a wee bit down the road, erm, tae Belgium .	Someone stole Seth's turbo vimto
God Luv 'im	Upon arrival we wre greeted most warmly by the F3 crew, Big Bri's top box bar overflowing with vodka and a rather fetching bottle of my good friend. It would have been remiss of us of course to refuse such hospitality and Big Bri's not short with his measure, perhaps I should have got a hint as to how this night would end. Some minor booking of the double variety meant that we didn;t actually have the hall for the Friday night, but the village had furnished us with Khayam's biggest 'one touch' (wi' a big fuggin' crane) tent. What the hell it was dry, had posh floor and most importantly a bar. Er, the bar sold drink, er, I went to it a lot, erm, you probably know what's coming next.	Available for Variety acts near you now.
	Luckily there isn't a law which states that thou shalt not operate photographic equipment whilst under the influence of alchohol. Being well over the limit I was trying to figure out how to work me new camera. My already pickled brain could barely comprehend the technoheadfuck that this was causing me, then Jesse drags me up to a round of the whirling dervishes which always seems to accelerate the osmosis of alchohol into the bloodstream and consequently causing increasingly poor co-ordination. Perhaps it was me that was standing still and everyone else was wobbling about. Crivvens I must be in an episode of Rhoobarb !
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