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...or in other words: A wee story in pictures of Gathering of the Clans 2009, Ullapool.
When I rode into town about 3.30 p.m., I quickly sussed that the twa eejits that are HRH and Robmack had "started early". It seemed that they had 1. vastly underestimated the power o' Jägermeister and 2. vastly overestimated their ability to drink it
It didnae help matters when Floyd turned up wi' a miniature bottle of Chivas Regal.
Flash Of The Gap was gettin' steamboats as well and some rotten bastard flung his shoe up into a tree. Whatton came to Flash's rescue and retrieved the shoe.
Johnny and Rab continued drinkin' (and fallin' aboot pissed). I think Kev was a bit surprised at the nick they were in. He had a disapproving look on his face.
At 5 p.m. Big Rab threw the towel in and retired to bed (after using the towel he'd just thrown in to mop up a few litres of Jägervomit aff his bedroom floor.
Johnny decided to "Out-Bowzorn" Blowzorn and stake his claim to be the Maist Pished Tosser Ever At The Clans. This photo was ta'en at 5.15 (is there no' a Who song aboot bein' oot o' yer brain then?)
A lot o' folk were devasted at the news that Johnny and Rab wouldnae be joining us for a meal and few refreshments: Klanky and Raboomdea and Floyd and Frau Ronno to name but a few.
Desperate not to be outdone by a couple o' gadgies fae Skye, Flash (still fresh from his earlier run in wi' Messers Jägermeister and Chivas Regal, proceeded to get completely outsmarted by his own jacket.
Aye. He's got it on upside doon
Friday night was a nice combination of a crackin' fish supper, a pub crawl, a few drinks back at the campsite and fallin back intae the Bunkhoose at aroond 2 a.m.
Amazin' what 15 hours in yer kip can do for a man
Don't let the smile fool you, he had to cancel his Nae Fannies Run due to a fragile heid. He then set sail on his own aboot 11 a.m. on the Big Fanny Run
Me and Frau Ronno had a run over to Gairloch. Crackin' roads up in this area. Here are a few borin' scenery shots for folk that like that sort of thing...
Saturday night was some more o' the same (well, no' fae Johnny and Rab but you know what I mean...). As has already been mentioned on other posts, Ullapool was ideal for this type of gathering. I think we should go back there.
Assorted Tossers on Saturday.
I think they all bailed ootside to escape Den's ivory tinkerin'...
Aye. Ullapool 2009 was a memorable event. Thanks to a'bidy who made the effort. Cheers.
When I rode into town about 3.30 p.m., I quickly sussed that the twa eejits that are HRH and Robmack had "started early". It seemed that they had 1. vastly underestimated the power o' Jägermeister and 2. vastly overestimated their ability to drink it
It didnae help matters when Floyd turned up wi' a miniature bottle of Chivas Regal.
Flash Of The Gap was gettin' steamboats as well and some rotten bastard flung his shoe up into a tree. Whatton came to Flash's rescue and retrieved the shoe.
Johnny and Rab continued drinkin' (and fallin' aboot pissed). I think Kev was a bit surprised at the nick they were in. He had a disapproving look on his face.
At 5 p.m. Big Rab threw the towel in and retired to bed (after using the towel he'd just thrown in to mop up a few litres of Jägervomit aff his bedroom floor.
Johnny decided to "Out-Bowzorn" Blowzorn and stake his claim to be the Maist Pished Tosser Ever At The Clans. This photo was ta'en at 5.15 (is there no' a Who song aboot bein' oot o' yer brain then?)
A lot o' folk were devasted at the news that Johnny and Rab wouldnae be joining us for a meal and few refreshments: Klanky and Raboomdea and Floyd and Frau Ronno to name but a few.
Desperate not to be outdone by a couple o' gadgies fae Skye, Flash (still fresh from his earlier run in wi' Messers Jägermeister and Chivas Regal, proceeded to get completely outsmarted by his own jacket.
Aye. He's got it on upside doon
Friday night was a nice combination of a crackin' fish supper, a pub crawl, a few drinks back at the campsite and fallin back intae the Bunkhoose at aroond 2 a.m.
Amazin' what 15 hours in yer kip can do for a man
Don't let the smile fool you, he had to cancel his Nae Fannies Run due to a fragile heid. He then set sail on his own aboot 11 a.m. on the Big Fanny Run
Me and Frau Ronno had a run over to Gairloch. Crackin' roads up in this area. Here are a few borin' scenery shots for folk that like that sort of thing...
Saturday night was some more o' the same (well, no' fae Johnny and Rab but you know what I mean...). As has already been mentioned on other posts, Ullapool was ideal for this type of gathering. I think we should go back there.
Assorted Tossers on Saturday.
I think they all bailed ootside to escape Den's ivory tinkerin'...
Aye. Ullapool 2009 was a memorable event. Thanks to a'bidy who made the effort. Cheers.