Aberdeen MAG’s 14th Stri Son Saorsa, (Gaelic for Stirring the Sausage, but let’s not go into that right now) . Having teamed up with ‘el foogmeister’, who is currently campaigning to reclaim his right seat as king of Spain (according to his hotmail address at least) and who had forgotten his sleeping bag we set off. I’m not sure the Spanish would have much confidence in a King who forgot his sleeping bag, but then again the Spanish monarchy never did have much of a memory. The novelty of standard FJ/Fairing with attached IKEA wardrobes still hasn’t worn off, I have however, figured out how make the most of the 84 litres of capacity that I now have. Used to travelling light I figured I’d have about 80 litres spare, so I advertised the space on eBay and got the job of transporting a small herd of Latvian wildebeest to Glenshee as a new visitor attraction.
I was looking forward to setting eyes on Mr Nodge’s newlay painted ‘Florence’, good name for a Harley mate, I thought Ermintrude would have done quite well too. Florence had just had a complete hollywood make over courtesy of the highly talented, if slightly hairy, hands of the Ratmeister aka Bob Falconer , the results of which are here somewhere, I spilled some fat out ma chip poke onto the page so the photos they may have slipped over onto page two, oh well the anticipation will make the results even better, especially since you’ll have to wade through all the shite I write before the bottom of the page arrives.
My war cry this weekend was “I WILL NOT be broken”, following last years complete loss of a day/mind/sobriety/lunch it seemed that, in order to prove a point, several people were proferring large and regular quantities of Turbo Vimto (£3 a pint at the bar) or dubious Czech rum from a bent hipflask, which apparently used as a rubbing agent would cure my gout. With a few deft movements, some mis-direction and slight of hand I did manage to avoid the highly dangerous F3 topbox bar, oh how I laughed when the previously faithful topbox bar turned on it’s own and rendered several of the F3 completely helpless for most of Saturday.
Being a gentleman Foogy tried his best not make Jessie self concious about her height.
Wassat you say ?
You know when you’ve been Wombled !
On Friday night we were entertained by ‘Speed Trap’ who rattled out hours of up-beat floor fillers, I think, It had got a bit blurry now that Monsieur Jaques was in the midst of a visitation. So everything else from now on will be complete fiction. Seth bought everyone a pint……………… see what I mean, nah only kidding mate 🙂
Aye John, it’s some scale and a missing filling on your lower left 2nd Bicuspid, but look I’m a bit busy just now, can you come round to the surgery on Monday morning
There’s a caption Comp in here somewhere
This was the first rally of the year where the Herr Uberfuhrer Jack Muckonnel’s smoking ban was enforced. Quite a few of us who run rallies were looking to learn from the experience at this rally. The result was that, following a scientific and statistically relevant late Friday night count of folk outside the hall, which went in eskimo count style , “one, choo, free , many, aw fuck it, where’s the bar”, the general opinion was that, as it wasn’t raining or too cold it was ok, it it were pissin’ it down I’m not sure that the response would have been quite so neutral.
This weekend’s ‘Marty Broon’ quality canvas habitation award. Not that Rab spent much time in it.
Now I’ve wiped the chip fat from the page, here’s a couple of images of Ratty’s work. I did the best I could to get decent photos but they can’t really convey the depth and clarity of detail of Bob’s airbrushing. Judging by the “I’m as chuffed as a ferret in a bingo hall” look which he wore all weekend I think Nodge was pretty please with the end result. He did of course win ‘Best Paint’. Ratty(Bob) turned up for a flying visit, only to find all the attention lavished on Ozzy, but hey, he’s even hairier than Ratty. He dropped of Diane’s lid which he had also finished work on. Now I just need to get me chop finished. Bob Falconer can be reached here.
With trike failing it’s MOT, Mikey had to throw something together with what was left in the cupboard, pity it was the one under the sink
“Penfold the Gimp” spent much of the weekend in Malky’s emporium scaring sheep amd small children.
Steve (MAG) Wykes following an altercation with a barbed wire fence, ‘Nurse M’ saw to him, complete with the gloves, but he had to spend the day in A&E getting internal stitches.
Ozzy demonstrates his police dog technique for apprehending unlicenced top box bar operators
I can’t believe Jimmy fell for the “I bet you can’t hold twenty fags in your hand’ routine.
Malky’s stall had some tight security about it.
Saturday evening ‘Apparition’ were in full swing to a crowd reduced on average by 40 folk who were huddled outside having a fag, the shape of things to come methinks. It’ll be south of the border soon too, so if yer reading this south of the border, start smoking heavily.
It was a long evening
Clear day to run home via the scenic route, Sparky, Jesse, Foogy and meself avoided the outstreched long arm of the law, however Nodge and Christine were not so lucky, the evidence of the sheep worrying was all circumstantial so they nicked Nodge for a wee number plate anyway. Well the Chiefy boy has got his key performance indicators to satisfy, sleep safe in your beds, nicking folk with wee number plates will surely bring down the levels of violent street crime. Cheers to the folk for puttin’ this rally together, I only ever leave it with vague recollections, so I must’ve had a good time. Wordsh and Pics by AL
Seeing as I was offishully on holiday, I was havin’ a weekend off, so Sub-Ed Scooby stepped up to the breach to point the camera and try to remember what the hell went on….Al
Arriving in a very wet and rainy Scotland and the site was beginning to fill up fast. It was luverly to see so many friends at this one, and hugs
were in abundance!
Remember girlies, never trust a cowboy in gold hat….
It’s been a few years since I was last at this rally and it seems to have spread over more barns and out buildings than wot I remember. Which was great, cos MAG put on a blues area wiv funky candles and chilled oot atmosphere in one barn and rock muzic wiv room to jump aroond like loonies in another – I’ll leave it to your imagination where I spent most of my time!
So as more folk arrived the evening began to heat up and the full blown nonsense
so it continued:
sure if the Jiggy got me or it wiz the Turbo Vimto, but I really cannot
write words at this point. All I can say is thanks to whoever had ma camera,
here’s some foties:aa
so wot went on there then?!?! Well yeah the usual nonsense like I said.
And yup yiv guess it I’ve no idea who won wot trophies… well I can’t
be organised all the time, but I did find these foties:
I have to say the trophies at rallys these days just get better every time.
were other trophies, but folk were either in their kip or another barn
somewhere… oh and there wiz the youngest rally goer… who was a very
cute wee lass who was like grease lightening and managed to dart up to
the stage, grab her trophy and run away before I cud even press the ‘take
fotie button’ !!!
that cowboy just kept appearing…..aa
And Seth very kindly checked to make sure the Scooby Switch was definately
stuck on! He tried to turn it off but was forced to dance into the wee
small hours, even when the barn was empty and it was only us and the DJ
left! (Seth you are a total gentleman – thank you!)
The stalls were all really good and there was a big selection of ‘stuff’ to buy – I know cos ma beer fund suffered… good job Capt Morgans was already packed!
Met up wiv the luverly folk from Blackhawk Hearse too, had a good natter and a few beers.
Unfortunately my photography does not do the amazing trike and coach any justice, but visit their website for further information.
It is a thought… but one day I guess we’ll all need to go, so why not “go out in style” as Gordon would say. I know I certainly want to. I got some ‘arty’ shots of the band on Saturday nite, not quite up to the
Bikers1 quality that we all know and love, but I thought not half bad for a Scoobied Scoobs who’d been force fed Jiggy and Turbo Vimto !
A bit of a mixed up report, but a true reflection of my memory of it all! The fire was lit and the songs began, everyone huddled up and no-one with a care. Just glad of good company and great friends and all knowing that
each and every one of us will have a huge hangover in the morning…
Until the next time, hugs fae Scooby x
Thanks Scoobs, ah didn’t need tae remember a thing, just as well with all that turbo vimto about…Al