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This is how I remember it all, I may be wrong though.<o></o>
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We rode up and the roads that we rode were great.<o></o>
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My tent went up as the Friday early doors cocktail hour approached. So the gin came out.<o></o>
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Steptoe was concerned about <st1:city w:st="on"><st1lace w:st="on">Burton</st1lace></st1:city> squeezing his lime, he's a fussy old grouch sometimes.<o></o>
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Shep wasn't fussed who squeezed his lime as long as he got a big shot.<o></o>
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We played a drinking game that involved picking your nose or poking your eyes out. <st1:city w:st="on"><st1lace w:st="on">Burton</st1lace></st1:city> lost and had to poke his eyes out.<o></o>
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While the rest cleared off to the pub and I cooked my dinner. A fine view of the on-site facilities accompanied my boil in the bag chilli.<o></o>
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I wandered down the boozer to be greeted by the king with a couple of his loyal subjects.<o></o>
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Tash shuttled us up to the village hall in the royal coach where we got treated to a bit of a light show.<o></o>
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This made grouchy old Steptoe happy.<o></o>
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The king turned up dressed as the king. Which was a little sureal<o></o>
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Things got exciting inside when one of the small lap-organ players popped his clogs half way through a reel.<o></o>
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Ronno was naturally gutted.<o></o>
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I got a telling off from a large Elvis impersonator for hiding his deep fried peanut butter sandwich in a passing sporran.<o></o>
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We got back to the tents and slept soundly. Saturday morning started with a breakfast cooked by Tash and her Mum in the field.<o></o>
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<st1:city w:st="on"><st1lace w:st="on">Burton</st1lace></st1:city> told Mutley that he would let him touch his man boobs if he made him a cup of tea.<o></o>
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Mutley jumped at the chance and after a quick fumble he kept to his side of the deal.<o></o>
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Poor old Tuned was feeling a little fragile; he'd spent the night in his tent with the large Elvis impersonator. It seems he was a little too demanding.<o></o>
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Tash's Mum got a telling off for dropping the black pudding.<o></o>
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Come dinner we found ourselves in the pub again. Black Bob, a legend in his own lunchtime around these parts, goose stepped passed us on his way to the Waternish Gala.<o></o>
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Another member of royalty rolled up, they've got more queens than <st1lace w:st="on">Brighton</st1lace> here.<o></o>
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We found our way back to the tents at teatime and <st1:city w:st="on"><st1lace w:st="on">Burton</st1lace></st1:city> got ready for the disco.<o></o>
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<o></o>
<o> </o>
We regrouped at the pub then made our way up to the hall again. Inside we found a few already there.<o></o>
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We grabbed a few drinks..........<o></o>
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.........and settled down to listen to one of the Chuckle Brothers play us a medley of Shadows hits on his electric guitar.<o></o>
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Tash and Thunder started the dancing off when the Chuckle Brother ripped into a fine rendition of “Smells Like Teen Spirit”<o></o>
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Flash of the Gap turned up and examined Novices right ear, he said it looked just grand as far as right ears go.<o></o>
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Straypuss shouted at everyone in the style of a drunk you meet in the park.<o></o>
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Tuned In was found in a shed outside talking to little green men who he claimed were swimming around in his gin.<o></o>
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Back in the hall a fight had started between the locals and Thunder, Johnny waded in to calm it down.<o></o>
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It seems they took offence to his shirtless body and lurid body art, <o></o>
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Steptoe dragged him off before he got into any more trouble; he said he'd sort him out.<o></o>
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When he came back he was grinning from ear to ear, wearing a skirt and scratching his nether regions. Steptoe had definitely sorted him out.<o></o>
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The Irish contingent got them selves into a huddle and planned their next moves, it seems they weren’t happy with the treatment Thunder got off Steppers.<o></o>
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Me and Mutley were keeping tight lipped about the affair and thinking hard about what we could do to calm the situation…..<o></o>
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We had an idea, we would show the big Irish lads our huge English muscles to scare them off, so we did just that.....<o></o>
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And they wet themselves with fear, Johnny mopped it all up to save their embarrassment.<o></o>
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<o></o>
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Then we went back to the tent with the large Elvis impersonator who had turned up again and watched a fine pole dancing show put on by the lads from the <st1lace w:st="on">West Midlands</st1lace>. Rushy got our vote as best pole dancer on Skye. I missed taking a picture of him as I was so enthralled. But here’s us staring at the pole.<o></o>
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It was off to bed at half four and then up for more Tash breakfast in the morning.<o></o>
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More riding and a night in the lakes with <st1:city w:st="on"><st1lace w:st="on">Burton</st1lace></st1:city> and Steptoe then home today.<o></o>
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That’s how I remember it anyway. I may be wrong though.<o></o>
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Thanks Tash and Johnny for a memorable weekend
<o> </o>
We rode up and the roads that we rode were great.<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
My tent went up as the Friday early doors cocktail hour approached. So the gin came out.<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Steptoe was concerned about <st1:city w:st="on"><st1lace w:st="on">Burton</st1lace></st1:city> squeezing his lime, he's a fussy old grouch sometimes.<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Shep wasn't fussed who squeezed his lime as long as he got a big shot.<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
We played a drinking game that involved picking your nose or poking your eyes out. <st1:city w:st="on"><st1lace w:st="on">Burton</st1lace></st1:city> lost and had to poke his eyes out.<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
While the rest cleared off to the pub and I cooked my dinner. A fine view of the on-site facilities accompanied my boil in the bag chilli.<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
I wandered down the boozer to be greeted by the king with a couple of his loyal subjects.<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Tash shuttled us up to the village hall in the royal coach where we got treated to a bit of a light show.<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
This made grouchy old Steptoe happy.<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
The king turned up dressed as the king. Which was a little sureal<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Things got exciting inside when one of the small lap-organ players popped his clogs half way through a reel.<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Ronno was naturally gutted.<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
I got a telling off from a large Elvis impersonator for hiding his deep fried peanut butter sandwich in a passing sporran.<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
We got back to the tents and slept soundly. Saturday morning started with a breakfast cooked by Tash and her Mum in the field.<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
<st1:city w:st="on"><st1lace w:st="on">Burton</st1lace></st1:city> told Mutley that he would let him touch his man boobs if he made him a cup of tea.<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Mutley jumped at the chance and after a quick fumble he kept to his side of the deal.<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Poor old Tuned was feeling a little fragile; he'd spent the night in his tent with the large Elvis impersonator. It seems he was a little too demanding.<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Tash's Mum got a telling off for dropping the black pudding.<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Come dinner we found ourselves in the pub again. Black Bob, a legend in his own lunchtime around these parts, goose stepped passed us on his way to the Waternish Gala.<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Another member of royalty rolled up, they've got more queens than <st1lace w:st="on">Brighton</st1lace> here.<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
We found our way back to the tents at teatime and <st1:city w:st="on"><st1lace w:st="on">Burton</st1lace></st1:city> got ready for the disco.<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
We regrouped at the pub then made our way up to the hall again. Inside we found a few already there.<o></o>
<o> </o>
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<o> </o>
We grabbed a few drinks..........<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
.........and settled down to listen to one of the Chuckle Brothers play us a medley of Shadows hits on his electric guitar.<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Tash and Thunder started the dancing off when the Chuckle Brother ripped into a fine rendition of “Smells Like Teen Spirit”<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Flash of the Gap turned up and examined Novices right ear, he said it looked just grand as far as right ears go.<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Straypuss shouted at everyone in the style of a drunk you meet in the park.<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Tuned In was found in a shed outside talking to little green men who he claimed were swimming around in his gin.<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Back in the hall a fight had started between the locals and Thunder, Johnny waded in to calm it down.<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
It seems they took offence to his shirtless body and lurid body art, <o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Steptoe dragged him off before he got into any more trouble; he said he'd sort him out.<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
When he came back he was grinning from ear to ear, wearing a skirt and scratching his nether regions. Steptoe had definitely sorted him out.<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
The Irish contingent got them selves into a huddle and planned their next moves, it seems they weren’t happy with the treatment Thunder got off Steppers.<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Me and Mutley were keeping tight lipped about the affair and thinking hard about what we could do to calm the situation…..<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
We had an idea, we would show the big Irish lads our huge English muscles to scare them off, so we did just that.....<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
And they wet themselves with fear, Johnny mopped it all up to save their embarrassment.<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
Then we went back to the tent with the large Elvis impersonator who had turned up again and watched a fine pole dancing show put on by the lads from the <st1lace w:st="on">West Midlands</st1lace>. Rushy got our vote as best pole dancer on Skye. I missed taking a picture of him as I was so enthralled. But here’s us staring at the pole.<o></o>
<o> </o>
<o> </o>
It was off to bed at half four and then up for more Tash breakfast in the morning.<o></o>
<o> </o>
More riding and a night in the lakes with <st1:city w:st="on"><st1lace w:st="on">Burton</st1lace></st1:city> and Steptoe then home today.<o></o>
<o> </o>
That’s how I remember it anyway. I may be wrong though.<o></o>
<o> </o>
Thanks Tash and Johnny for a memorable weekend