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Just as you pull your sleeping bag over your head and lie very still in an effort not wake your quietly sleeping bladder the generator starts up, purring away, calling quietly to you like a siren, "sausages, hot coffee" and "by the way you REALLY need to piss", baaassssttaaaarrddddd ! Having donned a particularly cripsy pair of leathers and rubbed the ice crystals out of me beard it's the start of another day with pure blue skies and a big red sun, that seemed to need new glo plugs as it wasn't yet heating up. It was at this ungodly early hour of the morining that I discovered how modern fangled electronics really behave in extreme tempratures, techno disaster that's what. Lithium Ion camera batteries don't like the cold, refusing to wake up and do any work, claiming to be flat. Following a suggestion from a fellow rally goer who seemed gen'd up on things technological I warmed the batteries in the shuchs o' ma arse for ten minutes to warm it up, and lo and behold they behaved just like fully charged batteries again. (I'm sure I could here them scream, ok I'll stay charged, just don't put me back in there again). Of course one of my memory cards that usually hold about 200 pictures decided to claim to be full after taking only six photos, alas, even threats of the same treatment as the batteries wouldn't change it's mind. ho hum, I bring ma box brownie next year. Most folk headed off to Biggar for a pint and something to eat. We plumped for the Crown hotel, we found the 'Saints and Sinners' and some 'Fat Bastards' already comfortably installed in the bar. After a steak pie and chips from a chef who went to the 'Desparate Dan' School of Portion Control I managed to pile my now distended belly on the bike to make for the site and some silly games. |
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Retiring to the warmth of the hall, "Whumff" were to be saturday night's entertainment. Trophy time was the usual chaos I've come to expect from even the most organised event. Folk in their beds, Jimmy too gassed to pick up his prize, but then he was confused (easily done ;-) as the reg numbers got mixed up. One of the Black Widows also received the special "Tale of Woe" trophy, as he turned up on Thursday and was turned away by a misguided member of hotel staff and had to pitch tent in Biggar. Being organised myself, NOT, as usual I missed most of the names in the melee. I'll update the details when I get them from Peter. Once the drink really kicked in, the dance floor a.k.a the Sauna was filled with the usual nonsense, Ogri MCC tumbling about, when they weren't frightening the poor barmaid ;-), a fitful? rendition in operatic style from the "Bohemian Rhapsody" fan was very popular, I wonder why?
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Longest distance male Taff Davies Ribcrackers
MCC Tug of War Ogri MCC (eventualy
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