Baldy Bob's faint recollections
Given that we were well down in numbers we thought those of us that made it to the rally should make up for our lack of numbers by being as loud and in the face as we could, so apologies if we upset anyone!

Run down was the usual boring run until we had stopped for food and fuel, after that, with 50 miles to go it was a case of come on, lets go and a nice we blast to get us in the mood. Breaking all our own rules we parked outside the bar for a wee drinkie before setting up camp. Normally a bad idea, but this time we were good little campers and pitched up before the “bladdered monster” took hold.

Tents up, time to unpack the bars… only to discover the my combined topbox bar / clothing storage was suffering from a terminal beer link, so minus a couple of beers (after pouring the remains outta me topbox), I was in a mood. But not to worry, some friendly exchange in insults with the S&S and the pie eaters soon perked us up again.

Fridays band (the Full Hog) were once again excellent, and they even managed their own little heckler! Kay (a daughter of a pie eater) was intend on getting the band to turn down as her stuffed dog couldnae sleep! So after the first time she ripped the vocalist a new one (note to vocalists, keep yer mike away fae looney kids at a rally), and the reaction of the assembled drunken rabble of bikers, she kept at them until they let her sing a wee song (queue the Pie Eaters song… “Who ate all the pies…..”). I was standing at the bar at this point and near pissing myself laughing… as only a small number of us understood the joke… Daddy being a pie eater!

Ah well it was funny at the time. The night went real well, and eventually the Turra Tart joined us for a few before the end of the night. At least it would have been the end of the night except me an Big Bri spotted a few of the hardier soles in the marquee… so after joining them for a night cap, and ripping the piss outta Womble for falling asleep it was indeed time for sleep. At least it was fer me… I believe that someone was snoring quite loudly and this upset some people, no idea who it was (ahem) so I will apologise on their behalf.

Saturday dawned and I received a call that meant I had to leave the rally as soon as I was sober (nearly 14:00 by the time I was fit for the road), and so I missed the rest of what happened, but thanx to the Caramel Starfish for keeping me entertained whilst I sobered up.

I have been hearing rumours of some strange goings on, that will no doubt come out in other reports but from what I hear: F3 get second on the wheelie bin racing and kidnap the race “car” and hide it inn Big Bri’s tent (they should’ve warned him before bed time though). Snake managed and acrobatic splits but he is apparently still in agony from, and one of the S&S did a Lady Godiva – not naming names though (coz nobody would tell me!!!).

Thanks to Talisman MCC for another great Friday! Special Mentions have to go to Scooby (and Bob), Sharon, Alan and the rest of the marshals for a job well done. If I don’t see you in a field soon, will see you next year!

Big Bri sez...

Fit Bob says for Friday now Saturday...................
Up early cos Bob the snoring machine was at 4500 rpm in sixth !!! headed over for coffee and a nice healthy breakfast (yip every thing fried oil) The Crabitt welder was having a coffee before he headed for home to feed the chooks so we had a blether about the night before and by mutual agreement it was a braw nicht.

Back at the F3 village Bob was down to about 2500 rpm but still nipping on, Snake, Moira and Spike emerged and we sat and spoke shite while Snake made bacon rolls and Spike was on boiling water duties. Bob did eventually stop snoring and emerge from his tent.

Bit of a blank between that and sitting in the beer garden with the Starfish crew (Craig and Womble) this was going at a leisurely pace, ice cream and beer then the Big W thought it would be a good idea to get off the beer and hit the doubles, never one to refuse the pleasure of Sir Jack's company doubles it was.

Bob set off for home about 14:00 after I ensured he had something substantial to eat (a Mars bar) We got a shout for the bin racing that would start at 16:00 and to get our teams ready, Snake and Spike had been in training for at least five mins and were ready to take on the world. They won there first heat and were into the final with Wee John and Nodge (S & S) They lined up and took off the line like a top fuel dragster, it was neck and neck at the turn but with the Nodgemister in the bin on the down hill leg oor wee boys had no chance, Wee John had a more substantial weight to push and once gravity got hold of the heavy bin they coasted over the line to there second consecutive title, Snake and Spike did F3 proud in a gallant attempt.

After that we had a few more beers and headed to the dinning area for supper, then parked at a table for the rest of the evening. There were three bands on the first being "Sock Puppets" three young boys that will get there with practise and the lead singers confidence steps up a notch or two, next was "Easy Lays" no to bad and would make a good stand alone Friday night band. The Tattoo comp and raffles filled the gap before the last band and Kay (FBPEC Sco) was the guest judge in the Tat comp. The last band of the evening was "Apperation" these guys pulled the rally out of a hole last year and had the floor full most of the set.

The usual fun and frolics were had and after a visit to the late night dinner with Fatarse (Rab) we headed back to the tents for some scrumpy, Spike produced juggling fire sticks, at this point I thought we were gonna get a fire show and sat back with anticipation, Spike fires up the sticks retreats a safe distance throws the first one in the air and with a shout of "bugger" promptly drops it picks it and yip "bugger" it's on the deck again, "Spike have you done this before ?" "No"........"I thought it would be easy to learn if one end was on fire" !!!!!! (Well it looks good in the photos)

I had bought a cheep tent from Tesco and had been expressing concern during the evening about the rain and was hoping my bed would still be dry, Snake was showing an unhealthy concern that I should take his torch and check all was well, ok ok gees the torch................... Well I soon found out why he wanted me to check, there on ma bed was one of the bins from the games earlier. Some people may find this funny but somewhere sometime Big Bri's gonna get ya !

Great weekend C ya next year