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Funny how ye can take a day off work
on the Friday coz yer goin' tae a rally and STILL be pissin' around at
6pm getting yer shit together. Well that's the way it was for me. Luckily
I only had 20 odd miles to go but it was a bright sunny day and I got
sidetracked ;-). For many of us up here in the Cauld, Frozen Northlands, this is the last rally of the year. Although there's still the Northern Light tae brave in November. Anyone who organises a rally always prays for good weather, at least not rain. And we got it, but Autumn had gone off to the shops to buy a big leaf brush and winter had nipped in the back door. It was "Balticsville, Arizona" ! . Anyone too pissed to get into their sleeping bags on Friday night was well up for 'hypomacthermia' ( special Scots version, y'know ). |
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 Once a Pervert ... |
As every rallygoer knows, the only the
only antidote for cauld arses is to gather in a big marquee with loads
of other folk, party and drink yerself senseless. Indeed everyone seemed
to be in possession of this nugget of wisdom. Having Sold Out all their pre-books
the Mutineers at least were assured of a decent turnout, by Saturday
at least 300 folk had turned out to party. |
 Jimmy always likes ye tae get his good side |
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Fridays night's entertainment, of the musical variety
that is, was Freeview as young band playing various metal numbers followed
by Tergazzi. The conditions of the Licence, which had set some new challenges in overcoming beurocracy for Mags, meant that the bands had to finish for midnight, but the Cd's continued to play. Having arrived late and keen to get into the swing of things I had necked half a bottle of Jack in a couple of hours, by 1am it was all starting to catch up with me. After a distinct wobble back to me tent I came the realisation that I'd failed to implement one of the first rules of camping at a rally. i.e. extract yer sleeping bag and stuff before ye get gassed. Having managed to extract one foot from a para boot I duly fell over, "It's gonna be like that is it?", ohhhh feck. Rudely awoken at 7am by "Captain Chundertastic" in the next tent barking at the grass, me bladder did just want ye don't need, bugger, need tae go. Now to say t'was a bit Parky in the mornin' would be a slight understatement. Having found Rod wandering about for the same reason we headed for the coffee urn in the sign in tent where some weary looking Mutineers were holding fort. |
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 Kat can't quite work out if Steph's new Beard Lotion is Givenchy or Eves St Laurent |
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 Pish 'n Mothballs MCC ? |
 Wee Mac on Patrol |
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