Tiger MCC Soggy Moggy 12-14th (Ish) September 03
Packed most of my stuff Thursday night, after Pete's funeral. Got home from work & loaded up, waited to Mart. P. Who arrived in due course, and we departed in fine style with Marts horrifically noisy VF750 & my XS650 with the XS Martin two-into-one motad / harris / wot no baffles special. Petrol & cash then off to M1 J13. I had a complete hoot tearing past the home-ward bound traffic, well bent for trevor, rattling windows & not having to look behind or slow down; I just knew the VF was behind. Partly through the noise it makes & partly cos I know Mart.
We stopped at the pet food place just past J13, who were closed despite the open sign, but the lady served us anyway. After some confusion, we told her what we wanted & she agreed to sell us a 15kg bag of dog food, after we had utterly assured her it was possible to carry such a thing on a motoybike. She then gave us two bags of eukanoba free, which went nicely on the VF. A bit of rebungee-ing later, the big bag was on the XS and the other with Mart, wedging him in completely.
A gentle bimble later, we arrived on site, paid & parked up. Got the tents up (Mart's new airbed pump thing didn't work well, & my campbed is a nightmare to put up in the dark, esp. with Mart waving the torch at his rollies & not where I needed it!). We made friends with the Crooked Rook's next door with an impromptu striptease and a 'waggly bum dance' by request.
Headed off for food & beer. Got some excellent beef & noodles from the chineses stall; fresh cooked in front of you & I got a fair bit of beef in mine. Sat in the chilling out tent to eat & chat to Annie, Tony, Heidi & Heidi's bra.
Most of the rest of friday is kind of haaazy... We got some newkie & old rosie cider an headed into the marquee where we met up with the cambridge lot; Tiger Sue, Leoni & Chrissy & some of their bloaks. And some other people. And listen to Camoflage, who were'nt bad, really. I think. I do remember Mart coming back with some sherbert dips, which caused hours of fun. Sue's friends who she hadn't seen for years (late note; Griz & Laura) we're ver' impressed, esp. Laura who was ver' ver' rude with it, and me laff a lot. Until I had to go outside & be sick, in fact. Which is not so easy with someone taking pictures. Hmph. I think I upset a Renegade cos I was laffing so much while he was trying to talk to me. Ah well. Laura eventually found the sherbert stall & shared hers with me :-) There was some trouble with my mobile fone, & someone (later confessed to be Sue) commenting that I was 'completely wankered': which got a followup (from Leo?) that 'he's always wankered'. I feel that's bit harsh, but prolly not overly. I have a recollection of telling people that I was too tired to keep my eyes open & too drunk to close them, a situation J describes as 'having your own private merry-go-round' LOL. I used my inhaler at some point, but I was convinced I had put in back into my side pouch. Apparently not...
Ahah, I have just uncovered a pic of Big Pete & his Rally Dethmix of vodka, tequila & I forgot what else. That prolly didn't help the evening. Sue's assertion that Chrissy was fairly wankered also appear to be borne out by the evidence. And a pic of Debbie, from satuday, when she was slightly less pissed than she was friday night; when she was /shitfaced/. There are a couple of pics of Roz looking a bit worse for wear too.
It was unfeasibly bright out when I went to bed and unfeasibly cold later on. Brr.
Saturday arrvied in due course, bright n sunny. So I got up, posted to Bikersweb & went for breakfast. Which I shared with a nice lady from Naaritch called Sarah & Big Pete. Then sat in the sunshine for a bit with Mart & said 'allo to bloak on a chop who I met at the Pissed Indian but have 0 clue what his name is - I had said 'allo on friday night but then got distracted by beer. He did say it was a bit quieter without Gaynor hehe that'll teech him! Afterwards I headed into Huntingdon tescos, via a fone call to Chuffy to confirm 1) his attendance at the condom + b) the location of said tescos. Which I've not been to before but wanted a tescos in case they had the zoider I like. which they didn't, gits. It was really nice to ride out on me XS with just a t-shirt & some lovely sunshine, through some nice bits of countryside & Ye Olde Englishe Godmanchester. Forgot Mart's filters so stopped at the 7-11 in Godmanchester - really nice bit of the river there on the bend, y'can't see it on the way past! In a bit of a rush cos I had some ice-creams in the pannier.
Found Mart & Big Pete and gave them each a Magnum, then went n sat with Naaritch Sarah to watch the silly games. Good fun, esp. the Chicken Chokers MCC & their bloak in a complete chicken suit (as Tiger Sue says, who has room for an 8ft chicken suit in their luggage?? sleeping bag? check. kip mat? check. bog roll? check. 8ft chicken suit? check. !!!?? it's not like you can sleep in it or on it or even under it!) who got ever'where; the sack race, the sled race (complete with flappy wings for extra speed, sadly to no avail in the final heat) the moped mayhem. He had to wear protective gear under it for most of the events which looked ver' hot. Griz & Laura got got in the rally virgins, in true Tiger MCC style. One last touch, after the goo & ick & cling film, was that Tony The Tiger's widow brought an urn out; 'in accordance with Tony's last wishes, he would like to be sprinkled on the field at the Soggy Moggy'. This gave some of the virgins a bit of a fright! But the urn was filled with teeny squares of paper :-) and what I think was more flour. Funny but slightly creepy.
I had a look for my inhaler & checked with control & had an annoucement over the tannoy but no luck. I did find Ezri & her friend who'd had a crap time getting down from Manchester! They sat & watched the rest of the games with us (Mart, T Sue, Nick & random other peeps) before going off to locate another Bikersweb person who was on a 'chickkle stand', with no luck as I understand. I had a brief chat with Jane, ex-of the Pissed n Confused MCC, who said Elaine might arrive later, provided she hadn't broken down or lost interest, & that most of the Iceni MCC had gone back to Mersea Island. This reminded me I'd promised Elaine some mint choc., so about 17:00ish I went back to the 7-11, which was an ace excuse for another blast. On the way out I met Elaine, while I was saying 'allo Mart blarbed past on his way out for a blat.
Wandering around I also found Gaynor, a friend of Jenners who'd been the Pissed Indian.
When we'd both got back, we had a bit of a kip till about 20:00; about then a pack of men ran round the camp-site, dressed in shorts, running shirts, black curly wigs & huuge mustaches and wearing '118' runners numbers. Strange but fun. This woke me, so I woke Mart, packed some zoider, put on the t'rara Tiger Sue bought me from her local shop, a flashing magnetic earring Mart bought (blue for me & red for him), shouldered the 15kg bag of dawg food & headed off to control. In the marquee I found Elaine & Jane so I gave them the After Eights, then ambled over to the Cambridge lot, where I also found Ezri.
The t'rara attracted a few smiles & is an excellent way of separting those with a sense of humour from those without - it's a t'rara monkey boy, not an 'I like turkish prisons' tattoo! The blues band that were on (stop it stop it we don't want any more bleedin blues) eventually buggered off, and gave way to...we could hardly believe it... the f-in Peartree Bridge Fambly. Who, shockingly, had learnt a few new songs! Wonders will never cease.
Poor Gaynor had a bit of a bad night; she started off dressed as a tree, with purple camo on her face as there was an elephant pretending to be a blackberry bush hiding in her tree. I told her off for chucking a drinks bottle into the crowd & hitting one of Chrissy's exs & made her sit. She then bit me on the leg, harder than she meant to (she was pissed) & as I grabbed her head to pull her off I poked her in the eye. She wandered off & the next time I saw her she was covered in blood & bandages; seems one of her ex's (who 'is a reely good maate, we get on reeely well') had pulled a knife and stabbed her in the hand.
Ezri located GSXboy & his girlie (who had also been having breakfast at the same table as me LOL) and they came an sat with us GSXboy's girlie leaned over at one point and grabbed my t'rara, only to be shocked that it was plastic! Leo kindly agreed to lend me her FJ to run back to MK & pickup my nebulizer.
By about midnight the marquee had started to empty, Ezri & her mate had gone to bed, Mart had gone to boogie & Peartree Fridge laid into 'whole lotta rosie'. My breathing was getting worse, so I said goodbye to ever'one I could find then went to pack my tent & load the bike by torchlight & moonlight.
The ride home was fun, esp. well at least the bit between Wood Green & Papworth Everard, a long straight bit of road that avoid being Belgian by having a load of hills in it! Ran up to about 80 zooom hehe. Reminded me of countless flims with a motoycycle and the open road by night, just trees + the white line going past. The bit between Papworth & the main road isn't really fun under a ton, so just bimbled along, plus my neck was starting to ache, so had to keep under 60 on the way back. Got home about 2.30 am
I got a text from Tiger Sue on sunday to say my inhaler had been found & handed to control, so I got Mart to pick it up & bring it back. He had had a ver' good night & enjoyed himself imensely.
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