Here, finally is the write up of the 2005 Minehoff 12th Ace of Spades Rally, which in case you weren't quite awake or simply can't keep up with these new fangled and every faster times in which we seem forced to live these days, it's now 2006.

Davy celebrates making it 3 feet from the bar and not spilling his pint

In here somewhere there's a parable of digital photies that aren't being 'satisfied' by their current 'Flash Card', and deciding that the grass is greener on the other side and leave it for a more 'interesting' 'Hard Disk', however, immediately upon receiving said photies the Hard disk turned out to be wholly unreliable, a fact the the photies friends never divulged, basically it had had it's chips and simply couldn't function any more without a chip graft and transplant. Where did this leave the photies I hear you ask, just before you shout, 'shut it wi this pish and get on aboot the rally', well the photies were in a torpid limbo, unable to escape until a suitable 'chip graft' donor could be found.

A close watch on eeeebay found, amongst the eastern bloc babies for sale and other organs a suitable 'chip donor', procured in exchange for four old pennies, three groats and a sultry looking chicken, some maniacal brandishing of a no 2 torx driver, steady hand and a slightly whiffy banana and life once more was returned to the 'Hard Drive' at which point the photies declared, 'yer a useless b^%stard' and promptly left for another bigger more reliable drive. The moral of the story you ask ?. None whatsoever, other than to explain the tardiness in it's appearance ;-)

The Ace of Spades rally was making a welcome return after a brief respite last year due to location difficulties, the field had run of with it's mail order Thai bride, the club had successfully located another site somewhere near the middle of nowhere again.

Turning off the A1 at Haddington and taking a million lefts and rights up a wee country road I eventually found, being so early, a big empty field, with one big marquee in it.

I came across some of the club's 'All in' Tag "sign in Marquee" wrestling team' making a good innings on this particular sign in tent. I played the eager spectator for a while but I'm still not sure who won. The memory is all going to run a bit thin here, I can however console meself with the fact that I consulted others who had attended the rally for any snippets of information, they couldn't remember much either, so it must have been good :-)

I was in the midst of the highly stressful process of moving house, hence my intentions were soley to get ratted out me head and have a good time, a fitful method of relaxation, an opinion which I apparently share with many others. Somewhere after putting the tent up and cracking the first can of Guinness followed by a wee chaser from Mr Daniels and very late the party ensued in the marquee, I do however recall assisting Jackie's ( the food van lass's) man as he attempted to put up a large tent who's aquaintance he hed only just made, now ehre's that Minehoff 'All in' Tag "sign in Marquee" wrestling team'when ye need them.

Here, that was dead cool, (I'll get me coat, actually I'll get Ratty's)

I am reliably informed that the noise emanating from one end of the marquee on Friday night was made by Spank the Plank and FM. I am equally reliably informed that the noise emanating from me was made by many Guinness and much Jack. Vague I think is the operative word.

At least the weather wasn't Pants COAT !!!!!!, NOW !!!

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