Twisted (or wot) pistons

After a brief Sojourn for supplies I spent most of saturday with everyone else sheltering in the marquee from the wind. Unfortunately the bloke with the bouncy castle had to be turned away, he was also bringing the bucking bronco machine, in effect all the planned outdoor activities were abandoned due to the weather. I counted at least a dozen tents destoyed not to mention the poor traders, there's a photo of the mangled remains of one's gazebo somewhere round here, Bob and Sue's stall blew over and Skida wisely packed up and left. This did mean that there was little to do other than drink and chill out all day saturday. I for one ain't complainin', just what the doc ordered, along with the men in the white coats.

Ohmegawd

You put a rally on and you hope for the best, you win some you lose some, a few folk left the site on Saturday being homeless and all. Sti decided that folk could kip out in the marquee on Saturday night and the sizable crowd that remained were determined to have a good party whatever the elements threw at us. But I AM glad I wasn't inside the portaloos when they blew over, peeeeeww ! By this point Sti was beginning to look pretty stressed out by the whole thing, lost bar key, broken marquee poles. By mid evening everything was back under control and Kev amongst others was in full cross dress party mode. The news came in that VInny and his mate from the Shite Shags had been blown off Vinny's speed triple on the tops, his mate was helicoptered off with possible back injuries which thankfully transpired to be just bruising. Vinny appeared later with broken fingers on a speed triple with one headlamp going to the chip shop and duly cracked open some beers and got wired in. Nice one.

Sti gets de-stressing advice from June, "start drinking heavily, trust me I'm a Dragonslayer"

Ah said..... "how d'ye get yer pits so smooth"

What weather, the party's rolling, who cares, have another can ! I can't remember the name of the second band but when they finished some bloke asked me to take them out the back and shoot them, I thought it was a bit harsh and I 'had' left my Uzi in the tent, perhaps I should have just taken their photie instead. Trophy time, and in time honoured tradition coz some folk don't turn up to get their trophy and I lose all sense of who won what, the prizes are in no particular order, if ye know better, let me know ;-)

The Three Amigos/Stooges/Degrees/Wise Men (delete where applicable)

Best chop and Best in Show Steve with the Harley Joker	Best Trike Jack, Orange Rover	Furthest Travelled Chris from Oswestry 203 miles

Best Street-Fighter sam honda fireblade	Best Rat Hooky The Skunkfighter	best club turn out (best club , not bike club) S.P.O.T. ( stanley pissheads on tour) they are the only club I know that turn up at a rally in a bus..

A concotion of members of various bands made up the last band on Saturday, 'Thing Called Love' who sported some cheesy wigs and played some equally cheesy rock covers (very well I might add) much to the delight of the surviving partygoers. Last I recall was Kev's lager sodden fishnet gusset, courtesy of Vinnie, I'll now promptly try and forget it ;-) As the party continued I lost the ability to remember, then to stand, I got my second wind about 2am, rallied briefly then lost the plot. Thankfully my tent was one of those still standing.

Whit way's up Man

Vinnie's Speed Triple needs to visit the optician

Simulcra Corner ?

It might be a Late Arrival but it made it.

All together now, ' tie me portaloo down sport....'

No Dogs, but we will take ferrets

At one point in the evening Sti, Kev and all seemed a bit disheartened by the effect the weather had on the weekend, ok we didn't get to smash some cars up, fettle with the livestock or do what Kev had in mind with Velcro mittens (I shudder to think), but all in all I, and judging by feedback that I received, everyone else had a bloody great weekend. There's always next year ;-) A big thanks to Sti, Kev, Tank, June, Cal, Vinnie and everyone else who's name I've forgotten or spelled wrongly for a feckin great weekend and making us all so welcome. I hope ye raised plenty of dosh for Tiny Lives. Oh aye, and boo tae the polis who made easy pickings of everyone who left a charity do on Sunday. s'not exactly in the spirit of things, and thanks from Nodge and Christine for those who went out of their way for them on Sunday. Words & Pics by Al

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