Right! Having had nearly a week to drag myself back to some sense of steady-headedness (there's still a fair way to go yet!), I thought it was time to put some of these fantastic memories (not all of which have come back to me yet, I'm sure!) into this thread. I'll not bore you with all of them, but here are some of my fondest:
1. Completely ignoring the french security at the entrance to MB on thursday, almost mowing them down with the Commer - it's not that we didn't want to stop, you understand.
2. The Liverpool boys' hospitality was great once again - I witnessed Brian's fire breathing - awesome display mate
, but missed Andy's "Santa Claus" impression (I didn't know santa was a Ballchinian). Cheers guys.
3. Friday afternoon at the Krony pub (out side the main entrance) got very messy. An epic wrestling match in the car park with Chris Zarse resulting in many scrapes and bruises was followed by the discovery of some poor shedded sod sat on the crapper, slumped forward, trousers round ankles, almost unconscious, and with a pool of what looked like tartiflette around his feet
. Not bad for 1.30pm!
4. Playing dead in the poo bar later on friday, after Andy Zarse thought a 'swipe-the-chair-as-he's-about-to-sit-down ploy' was in order. Quite a convincing performance, I might add, as after a few minutes of prodding and kicking from various members of Team Zarse, and Andy tipping gravel into my not unsubstantial lughole, I heard someone say "Come on guys, I think he's really out." I could almost feel the atmosphere sobering as the poo bar attendant was checking for my pulse. That was when I opened my eyes and yelled "Tada!" and scared the sh**t out of the worried onlookers!
5. Saturday night in the poo bar was superb. I still remember very little of the whole occasion, but would like to thank Sav, Amy, Bird, and Petrolslut for signing my t-shirt (among other things), especially Bird for her discretion! So far...
6. Colin McRae on the podium – the man’s a legend!
7. Houx Annexe on Sunday night – again fairly messy: Caterham vs goped mayhem, giant fireballs just feet away, wham, chamon, and hours of walking.
8. The wonderful Commer, not least for heaving herself out of the quagmire of sick and urine that was our campsite, but for making the entire round trip for the 4th time without causing too much stress. What a truly remarkable vehicle!
The dodgems, Dan,
DAAAN, booby traps in the campsite, blow-up dolls, losing my pants, fireworks… Unbeatable event for atmosphere and shenanigans, until the next time that is.
Only 11 months 3 weeks to go…
