Pie Eaters 2007

Part one report - The Tart
Friday! - Don't know, wasn't there!
Saturday! - Arrived, threw axes at innocent (and no so innocent) wood. Didn't hurt myself or anyone else! BONUS!, got drunk, went to sleep. Apparently the bands were very good.
Sunday! - This is when the fun started. After about 18 hours of solid rain, and the camping pitch being downhill from the road, 350 or so bikes had to negotiate the mudbath to get outta the field! All of F3 got out without mishap, but I do know at least one bike went down (a Busa). Hope your bikes okay dude!
Big hug and thanks to all from the Pie Eaters for a great party! See you all again soon!
Part 2 - What Bri remembers!
Friday 04:30 alarm goes off, switch off and have another five min’s
Friday 05:30 FECK …………….. yip slept in ran through the shower doon the stair oot the back door and set off for work, the idea was to load the bike and leave from work awell best laid plans and all that.

14:00 Puggy phoned to see what time we would be leaving, told him the story and we ended up leaving Hoorie aboot 16:00. The BP station in Stony was the first stop for juice and then the Bervie chipper for supper.

Arrived at the site and sighed in, hang on something’s no right the FB’S are sober!!!!

Awell doon the grass slope to the camp site and parked the bikes, now by some strange twist of fate we had the F3 crew to our right and some o Puggys mates to the left, first things first need a beer…….. pull oot tint……… have a beer try and erect tint………… have a beer, at this point Carol and Jane came over and said they would help if they got two tint pegs, think they were more a hindrance than a help, but with the tint up and Sir Jack on the go the weekend had started. Puggy was chatting to Capitan Morgan and I got introduced to Kenny, Steve (clutch less FJR “weird”) and Bruce and with Ange, Matty, Snake, Moira, Carol, Jane and Mitch (read that quick and it sounds like a kids TV program) drinking, yapping shite and engaging in the usual F3 piss take and joviality. While we stood and yapped shite Puggy got into a bit o a flap “Oh feck the Capitan is dry” Now Kenny is a fully trained “Drink Raider” and suggested Puggy should take a brisk walk into the village drink dispensing store and that a volunteer should assist in case of blackouts on the way, so Bruce and the Pug set off in search of more Morgan’s and “diet” (ha ha ha) coke. “Attention fat people Diet Coke is not a magic potion”

Sometime later they appeared bit by this time I wis half fecked and greeting everyone that passed with the usual “Gidunga” it wis roon aboot this point we met Gloria and Garree (sure Gloria was wanting to join F3 (catch you next time Glo)) so after extracting the urine about Glo’s monkey bike we set off up to the hall and oblivion, if it wasn’t for the photos I’d be lost, from here on in all I remember is … Bar..music..P..bar..pies..bar..P..bar..pies..feck am in ma tint.

Saturday (It pished doon a day)
Got up an oot o the tint to be greeted by Puggy asking if I wanted a Jack, hmm “I DON’T THINK SO” got a coffee aff o Snake n peels aff o Moira for ma heed half an oor later I wis getting there. After breakfast (Coffee) we set off into Bervie sight seeing…….. (Pub spotting) as we were nearing the first pub a bus stopped and we could see it was a hen party on a booze cruse now as we stood at the pub door the nicest looking thing on the bus was the driver (see photo) gave that bar a body swerve and went roon the corner to the next one. Homemade steak pie was on the menu and after a few Magners to wash it down back on the Jack and we were on the straight and narrow once again.

Bervie chipper for supper and back to the Rally site. Boab and Davie had arrived and we settled in to the rally mode once again, Bruce fell asleep at the table and the boys thought he would be more comfortable using an empty cider can as a pillow and drew an eye on his heed so he widna miss nithing that wis going on …..Aww I thought that wiz nice o them looking after him like that …….. Ha ha he didna think so and stormed aff sulking………Chill dude if you can’t stand the heat bide oot o the F3 kitchen. (He did come back after he removed his lippy)

Took up residence at the bar with Wee John an Boab, Steve, Kenny and Puggy got pies on the way back to the tint and Sunday wis jist roon the corner.

As for bands, prizewinners, raffle and other things that went on sorry I aint got a clue.

Sunday and I woke to Puggy telling ma I be better getting ma bike oot noo while there wis still some grass, now if I had been on the ball I would have gave him the keys bit no jumped on the bike and set off up the hill FECK AT’S SLIPPY got up to the hard stuff and headed for a coffee. Back doon t the tint and took it doon in stages while watching other rally goers getting jiggy with the mud.

Thanks to the Pie Eaters and every one I had the good fortune to talk to over the weekend.