NABD Rally 2010



Quite amazingly, all the Members and guests attending arrived within 15 minutes of the pre-arranged time. That's a first! Another first was Lauren riding to the rally under her own steam, on her newly aquired 125 - well done!!! And she only got lost once on the journey...

Camp Sally was quickly and efficiently (for us) established and we sat around waiting for the arrival of the remaining Sally Chicks, in their loaded-up support vehicles.

Syze : "insert any inflammatory statement here"

Thora : Shut the f*ck up.

Thora suddenly remembered that there was a Real Ale Tent - so she managed to persuade Syze to go in search of the first of many Scrumpies. Hillbilly Arse was her weapon of choice for the event. And boy did it do the job! It went downhill from there, really...she'd fallen off her stool before we wandered off to listen to the music.

Talking of music, The Jalapenos were kicking the arse out of the Adult Tent Friday night. Absolutely brilliant! A strange mix of sounds, with riffs everybody knew but didn't know the name of, in a style that had everybody dancing around like loons. It was hot, sweaty and great fun!

After the music finished, it was back to Camp Sally to sit around, talk bollox and keep the surrounding neighbours awake as long as possible. There was even a biting debate between Syze and Thora, that the BBC's Nick Robinson summarised thus:

Syze : "insert any inflammatory statement here"
Thora : Shut the f*ck up.
Syze : "insert any inflammatory statement here"
Thora : Shut the f*ck up.

Rinse and repeat to 3.30am

For the surrounding tents, Thora's idea was somewhat of a crowd pleaser. Apologies to those rally-goers that foolishly thought they'd have a nice quiet night's sleep at a rally...

Saturday was friggin' cold and many were somewhat subdued by the previous night's entertainment. I just sat in the Sally Shelter, as it was cold out.

A few brave souls went into Knutsford to scare the locals and stock up on food/booze/beer tokens/whatever. I went and laid down in me tent, as it was cold out.

For some folk, Saturday night wasn't party night. Not for the rest though! Drink, dance and sweat a lot was the order of the day again, this time in the Family Tent. Once again, after the music stopped, it was back to the Sally Shelter and talk bollox again, but slightly quieter. Entertainment was provided by the Salutation MCC Quintet with guest baritone: Big Steve.

Sensibility eventually kicked in and we all buggered off to bed, to be ready for the ride home Sunday.

And we woke to bright sunshine and a lovely warm day!!! Shame it was 24 hours late...I could've wandered around looking at the bikes on Saturday, if it'd been warmer - did I mention I'd just sat in the Shelter, as it was cold out?

So we begrudgingly packed up and pissed off.

Wigan Paul
With assistance from my Late Night Reporter, Shitename


Why is it so bloody cold in May?

Take a look at the pics from anyone who went to NABD 2010 (easy if ya have million friends on FACEBOOK or MYSPACE) and the order of the day is clothes...lots of them...hats of different styles, gloves with or without fingers, hoodies, ponchos of varying vomit-inducing colours and of course leather. Now this isn't a complaint 'cos I love Mother Nature but more of an observation 'cos let's be fair, those of us that went, went expecting rain at least on Saturday. That rain didn't come and thank the Lord Harry for that. Those of you that didn't go 'cos you were expecting rain missed another great rally hosted by the lads and lasses of NABD. You only had to put up with a stiff breeze, cider named Hillbilly Arse, bitter named Ugly Wife and a member of our club telling the whole campsite to STFU at 2am on Friday night. You've had worse.

hats of different styles, gloves with or without fingers, hoodies, ponchos of varying vomit-inducing colours and of course leather

Due to the geographical split of our club it's very rare to get a lot of us together on bikes. We tend to do rallies on bikes based on where they are in the country...an example being last year half of us were at the Cock Out in Burton while the rest were at Millennium in Preston. NABD being central to most of us gives us an opportunity to get a good turnout on bikes and what a pleasure it was to see one of our youngest members putting her newly acquired CBT certification to the test. The test was an A and B road trek from Wigan (ish) to NABD on a 125 fully laden with camping gear and the usual crap we bring. Little Evie looked positively Mekon in her big lid and leathers and I thought she'd topple over, all top-heavy like, but she didn't and she did great. Well done.

Space again looked like it was going to be at a premium, but I got the feeling there was more room than usual this year. A bundle of trikes pulled into our chosen paddock and unleashed a tiny village of portacabins all in a row...very pretty and fuckin' inviting they looked too. It's days like these when the lure of a double bed with quilt inside summut other than nylon is very appealing. Talking of which, a couple of our lot couldn't handle their two-season doss bags, so struck up a deal with Johnsons of Leeds and secured themselves two ex-army bags with a million complimentary feathers that made an appearance in the morning. Looked like a cat had been among the pigeons in their tent but hey...they were warm.

Other things to make an appearance or make themselves known to us were old rally friends and party friends from the past. Great to see the Ringwraiths and Taff Riders and one or two old faces not associated with any club, but friends all the same. Hope to see ya again guys...especially at the Wakinyan 2010, which brings me nicely onto the bands. The Jalepenos were on stage and we had them intially booked for our rally in Sept but due to "stuff" we had to cancel them. Fuck me...if ever there was a time and place for a big DOH! this is it, Top band, top tunes, kicking the arse out of Friday night.

Small point of order for comical historians here. Homer Simpson was not the 1st to go Doh!. It's a BRITISH invention that ranks alongside the steam engine, the jet engine, the telephone and television. I give you the master of the double take...James Finlayson. Don't believe me?...watch a few Laurel and Hardys here.

Anyway, as I was saying...we booked 'em and cancelled 'em and they would have been tremendous in a hot sweaty marquee of 150 people but it's water under the bridge now. (Edit: They have said they'll join us, another time! WP). They did make the Friday night go great, and ending with that all time classic Rockin' all over the World was music to my lug holes...being an enthusiast of all things 12-bar ya see. While I'm at it another point of order and trivia for ya. Rockin' all over the World ain't a Quo song. They covered it.

Friday night slipped into Saturday very quickly for most and for those that attempted the slow transfer between days by going to bed early had it ruined for them with late, loud and lary chit chat from Camp Sally.

Someone has to tell Fridays to stop fuckin' writing-off Saturdays

Was it really just a blister?

Someone has to tell Fridays to stop fuckin' writing-off Saturdays, cos we effectively lost 3 good members on Saturday to their beds. Was it too much Hillbilly Arse or that vodka stuff disguised as coke? Who knows...except Saturday was a lot more sterile...until Big Steve (party friend of the Royal Oak Rejects) reminded us what singing is all about...as well as going through as many lines of Python as possible with the help of out very own internal Python heads.

If ya heard us and hated us...sorry. We'll be quiet next year cos we're all off to Fwee Wodewick.

Andy


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