The Furry Boots Rally 2008

Words Fat Boab, Pictures Hilly and Fat Boab
Once again another first rally of the year, and once again, I can only make the Saturday Night. Unlike my last outing to the Furry Boots, this year Matty, Ang and Hilly agreed to pitch up my tent on the Friday, so in theory I only have to arrive, setup my kip and start doing what I do best, dinking Jack and being a twat!!! "Oh and not being the wearer of the "beads of shame". First one pissed wears them the next day. Kenny; you wore them well and lived up to the traditions of the club, Hilly you deserved everything that happened after that:
So theory all being well, and me thinking I hould be out there for about 3pm, then domestic disasters strike and I get their closer to 6pm! However, still manage to catch up with friends from everywhere and set up some parties for later in the year!
To work! I arrive, Ang hands me a cider, Wee John hands me a beer, I hand me some Jack, Emma 'n' Seth handout some Schnapps and some Mango Tequila Margirita's... and Boab is back to where he should have been.
By this time we have pretty much a full compliment at the F3 encampment, and it dans on me that I know the drummer of the first band thats playing tonight, so I do the honerable thing and get into the marquee to have a listen, drink some more, eat something whilst I am still capable, and get in to party mood. The band are on their first outing in this format, though the drummer Derz is an old hand at this game. They played well and got better as the evening wore on (a bit nervous at first me thinks), never got the chance to say so after the set, but well played lads. Pity the sounds was all over the place, but maybe you'll get yourself a soundman before too much longer.
By the time the first band have finished the rest of the club made it to the Marqueee and rallys do as rallys do.... more Mango Tequila Margirita's (thanks to Seth 'n' Emm), shooters and various levels of jack from the bar and the rest as the say is history, unless you were dancin' near me, then your feet may have become geography - SORRY!!!
Didn't make it to the food stall after the bands finished headed straight for the tent for a party to discover everyone else had the better idea of goin' to bed before I got there (it's a long walk going side to side through a maze of tents!). So I made it to bed... managed to make it to sleeping bag, but closing it was beyond me as was closing me tent. Must have been pretty wasted as I don't recall my visitation to complain about the snoring, but WTF, you pitched the tent there buds, not me!
Sunday morning, up at 7:30 am! Food wonder past the portaloos, feel fine, back to the tent think about packing up to find ma wee BAC gadget so tried it out, RED LIGHTS before I breathe into it... maybe I should wait a while. This goes on for another 4 hours until I get a green light and am fit to ride... good idea that wee BAC thing, now they just need to invent something that will sober me up, or I could drink less.............. NNNNAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!