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How quickly another year passes, lots of partying all year at other folks rallies now it's time to put back with our own again. This is P in The Park number 4, the second time at this site. We learned a few lessons last year and took the feedback on board. It had been a wee bit squashed last year in the bar with some congestion around the bar area, I figured some vicks sinex might sort it but instead Manio, our host, bashed a window out of his bar, got some joiners to make a floor and had grafted a large marquee onto the side of his pub, result, plenty of room for everyone. |
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At the Rampant Lion Rally this year, Rab had kindly offered the use of his marquees to use as an after hours party tent in the field me, of course being organised, ha, had left it until thursday to arrange to pick 'em up, so ended up rounding them up from the various locations around central Scotland in which they had been stored. Rab did give the instruction book, which, I duly mislaid when we got to the site, ahem, anyone good at origami. In the end we had three successful erections (ooh er missus) with the help of Thor in one case when we hadn't figured out that unless one of the club members was 8 feet tall then we should have put the doors on first before lifting the roof. A couple of floodlights and a generator and we had a party tent. Note to self, dammit, next year bring some chairs. |  |
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By midday the control caravan was in place, the support legs had fallen off it and young Alan was having an all in tag wrestling match with the awning, which put up a fairly good fight before submitting to many hands. By this point folk were arriving, and it hadn't rained, of course we'd all been praying to whatever deity we could find, in my case a small brown loaf, that the weather would hold out, and it had, so far. |
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To say that things are a blur when you're working your own rally is an understatement, most of this recollection is from heresay, photies and reminders from other folk, in any case no animals were harmed in the writing of this inane drivel Dave from the club arrived on his recently aquired XS650 hardtail chop, which promptly decided that it was cold and would keep itself warm by having a small impromptu electrical fire to itself, a bloody cardigan or a jumper would have done just as well. Having been extiguished the cold obviously affected it's bladder as it then decided to pish itself, leaving a large puddle of petrol on the car park. By this point it seemd prudent to load it into Willies pick-up and drive it to the nearest land fill site. | 
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One of the attractions of this site is that it does great grub and at decent prices and this year it was open until 3am. I eat better here than I do at home. By evening about two hundred fol had arrived, a large contingent of Conductors MCC from Northern Ireland appeared again this year with folk from Aberdeen and wayyyy down south. Sharon was in charge of the sign in tent, I only get trusted wiv heavy fings. |
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Big Watty was installed on the door, then Friday night's music kicked off with 'Full Metal Racket' followed by 'The Clachies' an everchanging cabal of wandering minstrels who went missing some fifty years ago in the 'Barmulloch Triangle' only to mysteriously appear each year and play irish and scots jiggy tunes and songs what get folk dancing like whirling (and quite quite drunk) banshees and their male equivalents, banhees ??? |
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It turns out that certain parties who will remain nameless, Seth, M & Chris (so I lied) successfully emptied the entire bar stock of Blue Wicked. This resulted in some rather more dubious concotions being experimented with by the mad professors of inebriatory sciences Upon being profferred such steaming and noxious brew I managed one sip, however I needed to stay upright so I made me excuses and legged it quick. If any of these folk offer you drink, ask yourself one thing, "Have I anything important to do tomorrow ?". |
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I stumbled upon a bout of 'Wee John' pinball in the foyer, this fast catching on sport has appeared recently, I nderstand that the IOC are considering it for the 2012 olympics being held in a toxic waste dump in London. Around this time, well 2am, I was gettin' knackered, having run about like a twat all day it was time to neck a few beers and head back to the field to find me tent, I needed to be up for me security shift at 6am, oh no, remind me again why I do this . |
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Isn't it always the way, all these Conductors and not an Orchestra in sight. |