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Following literally minutes of careful planning it was time put on P in the park for the 5th time. Probably the hardest job is the veritable frenzy of lickin' an stuffin'that goes on just before the rally, envelopes of course, fold the bag, fold the paper, put a badge in, wristband lickity lick two hundred times, where's the big slobbery dug when ye need one. |
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Marty was up at the crack o' dawn, she wasn't best pleased either, loading the trailer with the marquees kindly lent by Rab and Raymond from the Rampant Lion Club, get the sign in caravan in, or what can best be described as a loose union of wood, aluminium and wobbly bits which each year resembles an actual caravan less and less. |
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 Rab stole the rug from the fire exit |
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By midday folk started arriving from all over, we were a wee bit apprehensive, as there were four other rallies on that weekend we thought the numbers might be down a bit, I think the heat and the big sun played a part in us having a record friday night turnout. |
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Big Jim from the Leyland Eagles arrived only to tell us that Ernie had binned his wing ten miles from home and ended up in a similar position to me, i.e. a broken collar bone and mushy ribs... hope ye mend soon Ernie :-)
The irish contingent from the Conductors appeared with some Hazzard County folk, Seth and Emma had just returned from the fat bastards pie eater rally/honeymoon/tour of europe and hadn't been home in three weeks, I'm saying nothing about the dubious odour of crusty kecks emanating from his panniers :-) |
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Manio had extended the now traditional temporary marquee extension to the bar and added a new smokers deck, the Full Hog were belting their hearts out in the bar wondering where the crowd was, the smoking ban in definitely changing the 'crowdedness' for want of a better word at rallies, sixty odd folk, well they weren't all odd, spent much of the night on the deck enjoying the rare, for Scotland in July, balmy evening, very bohemian. The poor band didn't get a good dancin' crowd until well into their second set, we'll need to get the band to play in the car park next year. |
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In between fending of the local wildife, Scooby's jug had got the better of her, along with Jules they treated us to the most drunken display of small pole dancing I've seen, I presume the small pole was one of the truck drivers. Judging by the nick of some folk Maverick too was being generous with the Potcheen. |
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Early to bed about 5am to catch a couple of hours zeds and back up bright and knackered, I was off for a full breakfast served up by the lovely ladies in the cafe who tirelessly toiled to feed this rammy of reprobates, they look forward to the rally now apparently, they enjoy the craic, so they say. |
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| Saturday was kind to us weatherwise, at least until we managed to draw teeth and get enough teams for the wheelie bin racing. F3, Barkin, Forth Valley and The Drunks wre tusseling for the top prize. Confusion rained with Carol not actually hearing the instructions to change over at the top of the course and sat wondering what the delay was, the Barkin's pusher simply cowped his team mate out at the top, despite a good innings from all, the drunks powered by Nodges shorts and some clever tactics i.e. Wee John pushing downhill, powered to victory. Manio asked if I wanted to go up in his cherry picker to take some photos, it wasn't until it had creaked and wheezed it's way up, noticing it's one half deflated tyre, that he told me he'd got it cheap on eBay, no wonder the photos came out a bit blurred ! Saturday eveining's bands started off with 'The Sock Puppets', in what's becoming a tradition of giving young bands a shot at playing rallies, this was their first gig, they did fine considering that they were shitting bricks. |
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They were followed by 'The Easy Lays' and 'Apparition' to round the evening off. Needless to say I didn;t see much of the bands running about like an eejit as ye do when it's yer own rally, there always seems to be something needing done, call when that something is 'there's a bottle of JD over there, somebody needs to empty it quick or the world will explode', I'm yer man. |
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Back at the gate at 1:30am it's interesting to contrast the nick of folk as they wander back to the field, Friday folk ambled back and many went to the marquee to finish the night, Saturday, lots of uuurgh, shuffling, carrying, mofftaematent etc. |
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 Scientists at Cambridge University were puzzled by the 2.3 tremor which occured on Saturday afternoon in central Scotland |
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Sunday morning is picking up litter, clearing the site, providing jump starts for errant Harleys that have had their lifeblood sucked dry by mischevious LED's and of course Big Wullie's unique T-shirt sales tactics, 'yer no gettin' oot the field till ye buy a T-shirt'. |
 Wee John was feeling left out |
 So we couldn't let Davy be left out either |
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 Jules learns the difference twixt baps and Scots buns |
We had a great time, we hope everyone else did and will come back next year to party with us, a big thanks to those who did it this year. cheers from all at the Talisman MCC words & photos by Al and a big thanks to mates who gave me a 'dig oot' y'know who ye are ;-) |
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