Pretty much says it all really ;-)

The wind was picking up, in fact 'Hurricane Stonedski' was brewing, and no, I hadn't had a curry. A hurricane, "When a tropical storm reaches winds of 74 mph or greater, it is classified as a hurricane" or when wind speeds reach in excess of 12 on the Beaufort scale. This system was originated by Rear (haha)-Admiral Sir Francis Beaufort and is based on observing the effect of wind on common objects (e.g. haawww whooorafuk drapped that wan ya minging basturt).

The prevailing wind was strong enough to hold down tents, some of them 'popping ' back up when the wind died down, others simply submitting to the inevitable and giving into complete collapse. A brief and highy unscientific poll carried out by a passing moray eel did show that statistically the 'yellow poled' Khayam performed very poorly under these conditions, a statistic worthy of remembering next time you purchase some cheese at Tescos.

Fellow rally-goers were not going to be put off by a small thing like a hurricane, some simply went to the nearby village and borrowed small but reasonably priced family cars to use as windbreaks, other just went to get gassed in the marquee. I decided to visit Skida and the Avenger (a.k.a 'do we have to sell all this jewellery, can ah no keep it') at his stall of Peruvian semi precious wonderment. Such is his hospitality that various bottles of considerable interest appeared from below the table, A particularly fine Spanish Brandy breaking the monotony of endless cans of guiness.

BTW At whatever point I get the info on the names of the bands for Friday I'll update this. The cheap bar was, well, cheap. Everyone was particularly well behaved around the bar, the barmaid 'Lindy' was brandishing her bullwhip with glee, there were two queues, one for beer and one for, er well, some folk like sore arses !

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