Well
once again it's a Starfish Rally! Brian has done his photies and
his write up, and you can see that here!
What
Bob saw!... For once I wasn't the last to arrive! By the
time I got everything sorted out and got my lazy arse out to Fetternear
the
F3 village was in full swing. Again I nearly missed the entrance
to the Camp Ground and put up with the usual sh1te from those already
there about nearly missing the entrance, was fallowed by the F3
war cry... "What ye for?" once the embarrassment had gone managed
to get into the site park
up and
(in
the finest
F3 tradition) had a beer to celebrate getting out to play!
Usual routine
of "get a pitch, set up and drink like a fish" was duly
begun and was helped by the presence of the Fat Bastard Pie Eating
Club (Scotland),
and Seth's magic rum bottle. It appears and my sobriety goes down
the toilet! Any way the rest of the crew arrives and tents pitched
so we had more beers and the Captain, Sir Jack, the Doc etc...
and suddenly it's dark! Time to get to the hall.
I would love
to tell you the name of Friday's band but it's pointless coz I
never remember these details. Suffice to say I was dancin' so they
were either good or I was bladdered again (or maybe both!). A great
evening had by all the crew, and the weekend of winding up WJ about
a forth coming game of WJ Pinball had begun. It would have been
even more fun if the band would have played Pinball Wizard like
I kept askin' but the lame excuse of "What.. never heard of it!"
eventually made me go away and leave the band alone... whippersnappers!
Off tae the party tent.
By the time
I found my way back to the party tent, it had already kicked off....
yeaha! Well at least the F3 crew managed to neck a few more before
ma sleepin' bag was callin.
Saturday arrived
with lovely sunshine, no headache, and a wonder down to the hall
to find the food van. Suitably fed, I wonder back to the tent to
plan the day... first of all lie down for a bit coz all the sunshine
was makin' me dizzy. . . . two hours later I woke up and half the
crew had gone!
Decided as I
was close to home to nip back to Chez Fat Boab, have a decent cup
of coffee, see the psychoCHiLD and
have some fun on the bike. This would almost certainly been easier
had I remember to kick me side stand up before selecting a gear!
After having the piss ripped again - I buggered off for a play
on thetrusty old VFR!
Back out to
the rally site to catch a bit of the Sumo Wrestlin' (we
could
have
done that
without
the
suits), none of the crew about... go for a wee blast... come
back to find a broken Brian wondering
about like a big drunken biker with the
mother of all hangovers... SORRY I LAUGHED DUDE - NOT! A trip
to the bar for my first non-alkiholic drink of the weekend
(hangover was back with a vengeance!), to discover the bar
had turned into a feckin maze. Worked out how to get to the bar,
sat down
with big Barney Bri, looked round and the maze had changed
again.
BUGGER!
Decided that
it would be better to head back to ma tent for a lie down as things
were too confusing. Then the good news - the F3 Lasses are comin
back with a take away! WoooHoo! Food and a beer later and we are
ready to rock and roll again. Back to the hall, got the last table
and set off to find that happy place from the night before. Beer
wasn't workin' but Cider did the trick! I remembered the name of
the band - UNFORGIVEN - check em out if you can.
Managed to have
a word with Sean from Easily Led and apologised for the behaviour
of the F3 Lasses the year before when they stole his shoes and
filled the toes up with strawberries before given them back! At
least this year they just stole Unforgiven's guitarist's shoes,
tied the laces in knots, and wrote love notes on 'em. (Atleast
their behaviour had improved this year!) Fun, frolics, dancin'
and takin the
piss added up to another superb Caramel Starfish Rally. The highlight
for the F3 Lasses was getting a shot at WJ Pinball.... apparently
they all loved it - even WJ!
Thanks to the
starfish crew for a great weekend and we will see you next year
(or at the next rally!).
Words: Bob -
Pics: Bob 'n' Bri.
