Xmas Meal 98

Our Xmas meal in 1998 turned out to be rather an event! One of the blokes said that he was going to attend the event in fancy dress..... We didn't know that he meant A fancy dress!! A report can be found Here!

Sue together with some strange bird!

After the many crashes of the past year, the Potster was awarded a potty with chin guard!!

Group Photo! - Following this we piled downstairs and got p*ssed!

Graham And Emma's Wedding July '98

A Couple Of Bogtrotters (Graham And Emma) Recentely Got Married. Here Are Some Pictures For Your Amusment!

I Think He's Scored Lads!

The Groom!

The Bride!

Drinking In The Goat (Good Friday '98)

The Pics Are Here

We all turned up at Bala for the Easter weekend for some riding and drinking. After sticking the tents up (around 2:30pm) it was down to the local pub for beer beer and more beer, We found a top pub called the Goat which in hindsight was rough as a badgers ass! the beer was OK though... The conversation started off in the usual way - about bikes etc and then slowly descended to sewer level (as usual!) Potty left us, can't think why?!

Gareth took more than his fair share of abuse during the evening (and the weekend) - mainly aimed at his love of chips and some unfortunate statements he made in the past. (You need to meet him to understand + we were pi*sed, so anything was amusing!).

After a while I decided that it was time to hit the mild!! much geering and pi*s taking followed from the rest of the group. I seem to get called Albert now...

The need for food forced us to leave the Goat to the locals (who all hated us) and go to a pub up the street for some Grub. We were all now fairly inebriated (especially Genno who was swimming in it. Col was not far behind either!).

The Caravaners - Sue, Scrappy-Do (so called cause he keeps picking fights) and Ben turned up later with a 10 Mile que of traffic behind them! The topics of conversation were (termporarily) raised to Gutter level cause there were young uns about. Potty told Jim that he had to leave us due to the state of the conversation in the Goat! - after we'd cleaned it up as well!

Jenno and Colin swam to the bar on numerious occasions, they had now reached the stage of annihilation where they could only understand one-another. Jenno did manage to make some sense when he uttered the following words to sue though: "your breasts are coming on" - He's usually so reserved...?! Graham (the put-down-kid) replied "Jenno, you're talking a load of bullshit" to which Jenno slurred "But its true!"

We left the pub totally pissed and stumbled back towards the camp site. On the way back, Gareth smelt a chippy at the other end of the town, so him, Jenno and Brian went for some chips upsetting some local birds as they did so.

It had started snowing, making the ground slippery, so Colin decided to try some Parapet walking (read skipping) over a bridge with a 20ft drop into freezing water on the right. He made it... Just!

We got back and turned in after a coffee.

Saturday Nite Bala

Saturday Night Bala is something else - its like the middle of Brixton! We started off with some quality grub in a resturant that was playing God Squad music before meeting the others in the Goat. We then headed towards that boring place that we ate in yesterday. After observing a bird and bloke rolling around on the floor fighting outside the pub, we got started.

The drinking proved to be very sedate tonight cause we were knackered after the days ride - and for once the conversation was almost clean. Jenno (the bald one) grew some splendid blonde hair courtesy of Sue and Colin entertained us with his pint glass in the gob party trick. The Pics Are Here Sue, Scrappy Do and Ben left early - later reports suggest that there was almost an incedent in the street - Scrappys car had become a beer garden - the locals wer using it as a table! Remarkably, the incident passed without Scrappy hitting anyone!

We finished up having a (half pissed) debate about walkers before leaving to get a pizza. Again the locals voiced their dislike of us in both Welsh and English, and there were bottled flying everywhere! Colin was asked (abusively) by a Welsh bird if he was English - his reply was a clasic:- "no I'm fu*king Welsh" in a heavy Northern accent. This went down like a lead balloon so we gave up on the Pizza and went back to the camp site before the bottles started to fly in our direction

The snow was now coming down quite heavy... tomorrows ride would be ammusing!

AGM

I rolled in late for the AGM (as per usual) so I cant report on the early stages, but here's what I discovered...

• The creature we know as 'Pantani' was ousted by Potty
• Jim kept his current job of lying git.
• The club bwanker is still the club bwanker!
• Emma is the Club's Female Rep.

When I did arrive I almost yelped in delight cause Sue told me that I had been volted in as Female Rep, but alas she was pulling my plonker and Emma kept her position...

This Years Guest Speaker...

We usually get someone in to give us a chat about something bike related, and this year was no exception. Trevor from BAE gave us a chat about the Camel Trophy which he together with Karen (A fire fighter from the West Midlands) competed in for England during 1997. The talk went down well and the trophy looked like a top experience...

Bloody hard work by all accounts though!! The event was three weeks long and included:

• Off road driving - More like racing!
• MTBing
• Kayaking

Click Here for more info on the Camel Trophy. The selection process for this years trophy was held at Eastnor Deer Park (Where the Malverns takes place). Karen & Trevor were the selectors. Cheers for the chat Trevor!

Christmas Meal

The Christmas meal went well with 21 ppl drinking and eating too much (and Colin consuming what was left!). Jim did his chairman bit with a speech on the events of the past 12 months highlighting several impressive stacks and mechanicals. Some awards were made as follows:

• Most dedicated new member - Tim

• Most improved rider - Simon (Old Potty Lad!) This award encompassed both Riding Ability and Personal Style!

• Very poor bicycle maintenance - Guess Who??? Yep, Colin!! - Cols only out once in a blue moon and still has about 40% of the Clubs' total mechanicals!

• Best Stack - This is another Guess Who??? Clue - he was at Dufton and scared the *shite* out of us cause we thought he was dead! - Yep, its Paul who went for a 2ft drop off, thought better of it, but not soon enough... V-brakes may be good, but they still rely on traction!! Needless to say his front wheel went over the edge, he left his bike and landed on his back motionless. We have a test in the club - if they move their hand they're OK. Paul failed the test - we reckon he was teasing cause he was riding like a nutter again a few minutes later!

• Most absent members - Joint award here - Kev, Gary and Dan - I reckon that Colin was almost worthy of recognition here too!

• Most dedicated member - Colin - What, you don't believe me? Oh all right then it was Me...

After the festivities at the Blue Anchor came to an end (read: when we were kicked out!) A group of us descended upon Lancaster in the hope that we could wine and dine a few birds... Needless to say we failed... Excuse? err, we were all bladdered! I did try... Some bird was dancing on her own, I attempted to 'girate' with her (failed) she left, I followed her and uttered the following (drunken) words: "I think you're rather splendid, fancy a dance?" She ran away and I got another beer!

We left the club (what was it called?) and walked (in the pi*sing rain) to get a dodgy pizza. Following that it was off home - or in mine and Colin's case - off to Bolton-Le-Sands to sleep in our (respective) cars!

I played the part of Cols alarm clock the following day and he disappeared off to work. I was still pis*ed and so went back to sleep until I was asked to leave by a resident at about 11:36am.