Club Arnage

I think this could be a topic of great debate and interest.                    I've noticed over the 3/4 years, and, inparticulary this year a lot more women  around the campsites ,etc.
Being open minded about things. Wouldn't it be nice if a bar was
 to be turned into a women's only for one or two nights.
this has  many advantages.
for jealous boyfriends, husbands, whatever. you'll know where the lady in your life is,  having a good time, without being dragged round all bars following  drunken reprobates.
 for   young and old lechers some where central to gather for a  good old lech.
Most impotant of all.  All the  men can go and have  a Jolly- up without the earbashing they would normally get.

What about T-Total wifes?  ;D :o

Surelynot!!!. T-Totaler's at Le-mans. Must be as rare as. Rocking horse s**t

This topic is a total anathema to me. Never, ever, for as long as there is a cake hole in my face would I be tempted to take a woman again. Did it  once in 1989, with a friend who I would class as a "honourary bloke". Won't bore you with the reasons but it was a disaster. But it culminated in us nearly missed the ferry back on Sunday cos she was too busy trying to get Patrick Tambay's autograph.

Much as I love my old nagger, she knows there is no way I would ever take her to Le Mans. End of story.

I'm happy bringing Mrs DR with us to Le Mans, she has been a few times and doesnt nag (doesnt at home, so why would she there?!).  Doesnt cramp anyones style, and I have no use for socks, except for wearing them on my feet....

Mrs R was in attendance for three years (1990-92 .. see caption compo for evidence of 1992 attendance), just to check to see what hub was up to on these lads tours. She was as good as gold and I certainly went home with unfettered socks those years.

By 1993 she was sprogged up and LM has been girl free for us since 1996 when my sis stopped coming.

Wouldn't rule it out in future years, but for the time being it is still a bastion of blokedom for the foreseeable future!

They have their uses you know! Bless 'em!

 ;D

Mrs P. also attends with me.

2004 will be her 10th and she enjoys it as much as me. Maybe not quite as many drinks go down her neck as mine but that's about all that sets us apart. (Apart from the obvious....)

21 year old daughter has also been twice now and loves every minute of it so maybe it's something in the genes and I just happen to be lucky.

The fault lies not with Mrs Z, I am sure she would have a good time and she's pretty good at roughing it when necessary. Each to his/her own tho and no critism is imlpied to any female who chooses to attend, with or without hubby.

Call me Mr Selfish, but a lads weekend is a lads weekend, all men together etc. I suppose it all boils down to what you intend get up to when you are away, altho I don't mean THAT! In sixteen years, I have never known anyone score one away from home at Le Mans.

They'll be wanting to come on Rugby tours next!

OMG!!!!!!!!!!!! Now that would be the end of the world! It's OK for girlies who are young free and single to go and then flirt and introduce you to Big Vic etc., but the missus & rugby ..... no feckin' way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Women! Le Mans! Mutually exclusive? Misogynist? Moi?

I have to admit that for me it's a time for Hairy Man, rootin' and foraging and smiting with asses jawbones. With a lunar fullness to the sky, phlegm and burnt sausages on the campfire, a man feels a certain one-ness, things are right. And it's ok to feel a little uneasy with some of your 'men friends', it's time for a little bonding, hugging and general chatter of industrial and gynaecological frankness. For a few days it is indeed a Mans World. Not to mention the whiskey.

We had the pleasure of three women in our party this year from Friday on, and lovely though they are, news of their arrival sent a shiver down the leg of a few of our regulars. Men shouldn't be tucking themselves up in bed (or in my case, not quite in bed) with the kinds of thoughts and expectation of deeds, that had bounced around our beer sodden craniums from mid-day onward. Outrageous and wildly inappropriate (not to mention athletically and medically  challenging) suggestions and fantasy scenarios that would have had the vicar spitting out his digestive and lapsong soushong (with two sugars) early in the day, seemed to assume a certain matter of factness and inevitability by nightfall. Thank God most of us are rendered vegetative and bow-legged by the time we return to base. On Saturday, one our lads so encumbered was heard to mutter (whilst in a mixed gender discussion) "Oh, is that the Hawaiian Tropics? yeah, they're allright, I suppose...". I gazed over my beer speechless in horror at him. I know now what the face of madness looks like.

No, sometimes it's right to wear the same pants for six days and not worry. I'll be ticking the box marked Men Only.

H

Even Emily Pankhurst would have drawn the line there!

A few years ago, one of the lads brought his missus along to a football tour. As you'd imagine, everyone was horrified. I forget now what his lame reasons were. We weren't off the plane before we were taking bets on who would sh*g her.

Sure enough, it happened. Divorce followed shortly after.

Let that be a lesson to you all!
H

H

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Well, it may be that you're all worried as to what you may get up to and be found out  ;D

Our merry gathering (16 this year) included 3 lovely ladies who are definately into motor sport, fast cars, beer, wine, getting pissed and collapsing in the paddling pool - in fact all the stuff that the blokes were doing.
As I see it, it has a lot to do with the mode of transport you use to get to Le Mans.  If you tootle down, cocooned in you air conditioned, crumple zoned shopping getting eurobox, it's really just an extension of going to the shops and, hence, a rude awakening for the other half when you turn up at a scanky looking campsite, filled with pissed Brits and dodgy toilets.
However, if your journey down is as the co-pilot of an open topped, fire breathing, grossly over engine sized plastic sports car, with a miniscule boot space and which overheats and breaks down on route, it can only help to build the character of your lady accomplise.  ;D ;D
(stands back to avoid the incoming flack !)

Good and Bad surely.  Depends on who she is, and how she copes.  My dearly beloved loves car racing, but would never dream of coming on a blokes weekend.  She'd be forever compalining. :(

Only one other of my mates is married, and his missus is very content for him to go without her.  The other two mates.........well, one of them wouldn't go near the place if a female was in tow, and the other.............he'd be sha**ing anything that moved. :o  Probably not a good idea on balance ;D

There's a pattern forming...

If the girl is happy to behave as the blokes do, then the blokes don't mind her being there...

If she's all "Where do I plug my hair dryer in??" (Which would be all I would hear if my good lady joined us..!) then her partner simply wasn't thinking when he said "Yeah, ok, why don't you come with us..."

Boys will be Boys, and if the Girls can be Boys, then they can come too...

BigH, you put it very well, but I really wish you would change your Member picture... If you're gonna write such lengthy messages, then it's only polite to make sure it's readers can relax and enjoy your entertaining observations without having to place a number of post-it notes over the accompanying unsightly image!!

(No disrespect of course as I understand the poor lady is no longer with us... but that doesn't make her any easier on the eye, and can cause some very squinty looks over my shoulder in the office!)

But back to the topic... out of the 5 in Team Spinit, none of us would even dare suggest we bring our partners... they would never get invited again!!!

Much as I dearly love SWMBO ::)... For 5 days that week it is, for me a NON NEGOTIABLE Laydeeeeez Free Zone... (although I could be convinced to consider partial lifting of this embargo by a Tropic Girl.. about five minutes would be enough... :P)

My only contact  with her tends to be on arrival (otherwise the grief you get from not letting them know that you've avoided gendarmes and mishaps is never ever ending) Sunday v early AM (close to the track so the noise of the cars hides any slurring and gibbering) and on arrival back in Blighty...

She knows she'll never know how one man can get to smell so sweetly... or what sticks to ones skin surface such that a 5 minute immersion in the bath immediatly makes it go a very strange colour...

Oh happy, happy days.... ;D ;D ;D

The Tres Hombres 10th Anniversary Tour in 2004 will remain a male only bastion and rightly so!
Her Ladyship is quite sure that we are all mad anyway and want's no part of anything to do with cars, beer, tents and barbecues.
So be it!
Requests to join our entourage will be stoutly resisted.
However, yours truly has had a major coup by engaging the services of the chef and two waiters from our local curry house to join us. "Can we do the cooking " they asked as I collected my chicken pathia.
"I'll say you can" was my enthusiastic response!
Anyone tempted to join us???????

Lord Steve

One thing i forgot to mention ... once the laydees go once and find ways to enjoy themselves ( carrying beer i hear some say ) they want to go again and again.

Have we steeped upon a darker physological mystery of Ladetts ??

Russ, I expect you are right in your hypothesis and each to his own etc. (BTW, nothing wrong with Erta but damn she makes me feel old.)

I have to say, I fall into the traditionalists/zealots  camp, along with H and his pals, although personally I did not see H smite anything with an arse bone or whatever it was.

Mind you H, the girl from Staffordshire? in your party had an amazing gift of being able to guess peoples birthdays. She was only one day out with me! Incredible, tho I am surprised she could understand a word I said given the wretched state of me that friday night.

Don't tell me... she was an energetic 7 stone size 8 when you last had her pleasure...  ;D

I think she was born eight stone!

No, it's just that last time I saw her I had flowing locks and boyish good looks with my whole life ahead of me. And now look at me, forty next week, a bald, beer gutted, sallow complexioned, sunken eyed shadow of my former glory. Hey ho thats life.

Further to my earlier post on this topic, I have to admit that my wife wasn't one of the three lovely ladies with us this year.
She hates camping but can drink for England, so a bit of a conflict of interests there ?

Worried Mrs Brown would show you up in the drinking stakes  ::)

Ladetts? is that the male version of Lillets. A must for travel bag when heading for Delhi I'd say.

I have to confess, she's never tried to guess my birthday. Must be the 6 day old pants.

H

I'm passed worrying, the first time I met her she mickey finned me!  ;)

It has been very entertaing, reading your comments. The general consensus is , and i agree with you that it's a lads week.  It was only an observation that there were more women there this year, the biggest giveaway was the the lengthening queue for girlies crappers and showers, i was only thinking that if you put the lady's in the bar?creche, the boys can do what we all do best. So c'mon boys keep lemans a crumpet free zone,
Sid the sexist rules

Sav,
I can see it now. A roped off coral with razor wire and crates of babycham....

Can I be Rowdy Yates?

H

starting to sound like we may need watch towers and floodlights

Steve

I am reminded of your mates wife that we discussed in annother thread.  I think she is the sort of exception to the rule that might find a more general level of acceptance ;D

Of those girlies that do attend, it is only natural that our eyes constantly wander breastwards and of course the inevitable thoughts start playing on our minds when in the inner sanctum of our tents.

But, I hope it's not just me, after a week away from "the comforts of home", our standards for what is and is not acceptable totty-wise are completely different by the time Sunday night arrives. A bit like the "How many pints would it take before I would" scale of things, time and playtime starvation have as similar effect as alcohol does.

It's a primal thing, we can't help it. Just like the desire to create fire and burn food. Being in charge of the barbecue is the modern day equivalence of killing the beast and bringing it home for our loved ones, shopping at Sainsbury's just doesn't cut it with Captain Caveman!

Your Lordship, Sir Rickmeister of Lincolnshire here, count us in m'lad!! Contributions will be forthcoming from the MB posse, and of course we request that you lads stick around for an extra night this year, it's my 40th on the Sunday ... party time!!! Currently looking at the logistics of a marquee for post race on MB, best bib and tucker shall be required!

Really must get the diaries together sweetie and do the planned curry in your home town that we have been talking about for about 4 years, if only to check the chaps out and give them MB approval!

G'd afternoon Sir Rick of Lincolnshire.
Our mottley crew will, of course accept your kind invitation to the party on MB on the Sunday. We shall arrive bearing gifts!

Let's do the curry thing.
Send me an email with a few dates and lets get the bugger organised.

Wey Hey!

Steve

I remember andy Z being with us  on the  Friday and utterly incapable, full marks to you for remembering such detail. Friday Does the curry invite extend to  Big H s crew,?
are there any female  C.A memebers i would have expected some input from them regarding the title matter.

Winging its way to you as I type m'lud!

 ;D

Not entirely incapable I hope. Surely I was still capable of being embarrassingly drunk?

Still, after a bit of snap, we went out to town that night, ending up in the Relax Bar at 2.00 am. There was only one "hostess" on duty and she looked like a converted man (very big hands). Apparently someone said to her "Show us your cobblers, love" and we were asked to leave. We then spent two hours outside the Station waiting for a taxi, then a couple of stuck up, snotty nosed English bores decided to push into the queue, as they had to get back to their private aeroplane. Various "fucks" were chucked into them, the greedy fat swines. We ended up paying a van driver 50 euros to drop us back. A top night out.

So if anyone wants to know why we don't take women... If we had, I suspect we would have been tucked up in bed by 10.30 with a mug of cocoa that night. On reflection perhaps not entirely a bad thing...

We must be doing something wrong then, as the women who came along with us were still watching the racing at Arnage corner at 02:00 am and there wasn't one cup of cocoa to be seen  8)

Not so much "Women at Le Mans" but "Women talked about at Le Mans". Spoke to my mate Paul in Southampton, he told me about one of the Zarse team, who is a 44 year old welder at Fawley refinerey and an all round top bloke, married with teenage kids.

During the rain shower on the friday morning at Le Mans, we were sat in the Commer having a cuppa and the person in question mentioned about this new woman who had moved in next door, a very attractive 26 yr old brunette. When she was moving in, she had popped round to see if he could help her put some stuff in the attic. Cut along story short, she went up the ladder first and had no knickers on. It was winking at him.

Jump forward three months and Paul had not heard from our mutual friend so he phoned him up. His wife answered the phone and said sorry (you've guessed it!) he did not live here any more as he had run off with the neighbour!

Very sad for all concerened but the question is, will this bit of fluff let him go to Le Mnas next year? Is it the curse of the commer? Or a blessing? Who knows, but women eh??

Best sticking to the beer, and fast cars, but not at the same time  ;)

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Well posted Robbos Sister.  I think this is definately one of those cases where Lasses like yourself fir in, and other types would not!

Can't believe you don't do the cooking though ;) ;)  I cook for my lot, and then make them do the washing up...... ;D

Kate ( my sister ) cant cook. she can just about do butter on the bread type thing , thank god she doesnt cook. But she fits in better than some of the other girlies who come ,( sorry if you are reading this ) .

you'll have to send the lovely Kate over to Beasejour next year for some lessons ;)

We were there this year, and it didnt help, she is hoping for Blue or Maison blanche, so a late night visit may be needed .

Did you use the burger stall / bar at the end of the campsite at all.

NO NO NO NO NO

When we arrived on thursdau morning about 8am ,there was a realy big pile of fly infested Merquez sausages . At 1500 after setting up camp, the pile was still there, Not moving much, no one seen buying , At 1900 hours before heading into the track, they were still there and after we returned at about midnight  ,the pile was STILL there . Friday it continued , until Sunday when everyone was very pissed ( presumably ) and hungry and the Danes were munching away.

Prefered Le Mans SPS 's BBQ's , Steak Hache , very good on Bread , with french butter . Yummy ??

washed down with the ubiquitious Krone !!

Please say you didnt Gibber !!!!!!!

In some dubious countries, the sausages are merely bait to attrack the flies which are then fried and sold.   :-X
Is that what the Danes were munching away on?

No we didn't.........but we did sit and drink some of his lager.  I did all our cooking back at the tent.excellent if I say so myself ;D

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If my cooking EVER looked like that I'd shoot myself :-X

Give me Tartiflete any day !!!!!!!

good old curry for Friday night, Scrabled egg and bacon for Sat. breakky, Chicken in white wine etc. for Sat night, Sausage, beans, saute spuds, & mushrooms for Sun breakky...............Yum

Constipation and flatulence for Sunday lunchtime  ;D

Best not to go into that one, but it wasn't as bad as it could have been :o

Gibber - Is that an offer to cook food for everyone from CA . fantastic

white Wine sauce , are you sure you were in the Navy and Not the Army Cook house.

HHHHmmmmm cant wait. Maybe you can teach my ladies how to do it ;D

Errrrr.....well now Robbo, :o  not sure I can accomodate quite so many, on my limited camping equipment.  Absolutely NO experience of Army cookhouses, and I'd very happy to teach your ladies anything I can, when I'm sober ;D

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Why ? I just can see a man and his tent.  ;D

I thought this topic was about womenn at le-mans, I can see the link with cooking, but alas no- one mentioned who will doing the washing up.
i had a bad experience on the food front with a live sausage from one of the stalls.  Being pissed and hungry, a man's thoughts automatically turn to  kebabs etc, so we chanced upon the sausage stall,there they were in a heap,  having asked for some , the vendor threw the aforementioned mentioned length of pig inestineson th e hot plate for a second then cut it open, as god is my wwitness, And Bertie it started crawling, and this wasn'tan illusion bought on by alcohol. henceforth I only risk eating chips of the stalls.

When your mates are so grateful for the excellent cuisine that they have so recently partaken of, they usualy do the decent thing and wash up.

As for the story.......... :-X :-X :-X :-X

We have Uncle Albert to do the washing up, and would be willing to rent him for a bottle of decent beer, not french. a nice cool German pils would do nicely.

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That's a very kind offer Sav, but I like to see my mates contribute to the event ;D

he may do the washing up on his penny farthing  next year for no extra. we just have to persuade him

I'd love to come over and see that, but I will probably be far too pissed

Gib, if we can get him to, we'd love to get him to bring it over, it would probably need all of big H and my persuasive skills put together, it would certainly be a sight worth seeing

The late Buster Merryfield! I met him at a wedding once, he was a real gent, though a little hard of hearing. A bit like your own Uncle Albert, H!

Best of luck with that one Sav.  Which campsite are on?

Gib  I'm on MB with big H. in fact he's my spirit-ual advisor

Just noticed i'm now a junior member. hooray off to the pub to celebrate now

congratulation Sav.  I'm on Beausejour again ::)

And completly off this thread but it does involve women .....

The Rules by Men
 
We always hear "the rules" from the female side. Now here are the
rules from the male side. These are our rules! Please note... these are
all numbered "1" ON PURPOSE!
 
1. Learn to work the loo seat. You're a big girl. If it's up, put it
down. We need it up, you need it down. You don't hear us
complaining about you leaving it down.
1. Sunday = sports. It's like the full moon or the changing of the
tides. Let it be.
1. Shopping is NOT a sport. And no, we are never going to think of
it that way.
1. Crying is blackmail.
1. Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one: Subtle hints do
not work! Strong hints do not work! Obvious hints do not work! Just
say it!
1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every
question.
1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That's
what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.
1. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem. See a doctor.
1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In
fact, all comments become null and void after 7 days.
1. If you won't dress like the Victoria's Secret girls, don't expect us
to act like soap opera guys.
1. If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us.
1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways, and one of the
ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one.
1. You can either ask us to do something or tell us how you want it
done. Not both. If you already know best how to do it, just do it
yourself.
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commercials.
1. Christopher Columbus did not need directions and neither do we.
1. ALL men see in only 16 colours, like Windows default settings.
Peach, for example, is a fruit, not a colour. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We
have no idea what mauve is.
1. If it itches, it will be scratched. We do that.
1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," we will act like
nothing's wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth
the hassle.
1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, expect an
answer you don't want to hear.
1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is
fine...
Really.
1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared
to discuss such topics as Footballl, the shotgun formation, or monster
trucks.
1. You have enough clothes.
1. You have too many shoes.
1. I am in shape. Round is a shape.
1. Thank you for reading this; Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the
sofa tonight, but did you know men really don't mind that, it's like
camping.  

Robbo, these sound astonishingly familiar  ;D