Sober Up The Dragon,why bother, he'll only get drunk again!

Annie and 'Bloggs' from the Border Reivers

After the music was over it was out into the cool night air to have somthin' tae eat and a coffee before wandering and bletherin' into the wee small hours.

Cheap bar means, er, lots of falling over?

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Friday Luncheon was kindly provided by Nige and Dom of the NuttyBikers from Aberdeen, just back from a tour of Europe they were demonstating

best club turnout.

Friday night's entertainment, musically, that is, was provided by Solow, Everlasting gobstoppers, The 4 Kinells and Sticky fingers. I, like many others only entered the marquee as the sun was going down which was when sticky fingers came on. They gave a good account of the 'usual' covers and the crowd were in fine fettle. At this point my old friend and confidante "coherence" had decided to leave me, cans at a pound and Jack cheaper than my local led me into that 'interesting' territory of 'stoatin' aboot' bletherin' and pointing me camera at anything that moved, or didn't in some cases

their unique blend of culinery pyrotechnics, flamed battered 'carbon look' sausages and chicken, yummy. Naw really, I like my sossyboys burnt, I do it at home ;-)

Repetitive as it may be I need to mention the weather. Having checked the telly and the web, looking for someone who'd give a better account I discovered on the day that, they are all liars, we knew that. The sun was erm, blistering, bilin', 'kin hot etc. The bad forecast with 60% chance of rain was of course bollocks. But who was complaining. By the end of the weekend I'd been temporarily christened 'Lobster Chops' due to my effervescent glow from my crispy red face. A sort of red version of Nige and Dom's sausages.

Off for a wander we came across mates from the Border Reivers, Northumberland Bikers (Skida "Limall", more of which later), Clyde Valley and about six million Saints and Sinners, guess who wanted

'tis that time of year again, to run the gauntlet of the A68 speed cameras again to attend the Dragonslayers 7th Sober Up The Dragon Rally. I didn't see many folk who were sober right enough. This is the second visit to this rally, it was a new site this year on the other side of the valley from the previous site of much slopeyness, this site was just a gentle incline, not enough to have you wake up in a pile at the bottom of yer tent.

Having Friday off and being eager to go, Stevie and I set off early, leaving Annie and Lesley aka Thelma and Louise to follow later. It's always good for a few yarns when the lassies travel themselves, e.g. not having folk to follow they kind of maybe erm forgot that you really need to put petrol in yer bike, diverting to Corebridge running of fumes, it must've been that vindaloo they had on Thursday night, bamboozeling the poor petrol station attendant who was patiently trying to describe how to get out of Corebridge to Castleside.

Forgetting top rally tip No 3776, i.e. make sure yer panniers are clear of the exhausts 'Thelma and Louise' arrived accompanied by a rather pungent and curious odour, not the vindaloo again, no the pannier has a bad dose of "burned the arse oot of". Luckily Lesley's a person of the "arse is nearer the ground" persuasion hence a bungee around the affected part (of the sleeping bag) sorted it out.

Stevie reckons if ye wear it like a lifejacket it'll be ok