As Andy has said already, the majority left for Teeside from a Hillend rendezvous at 2pm. The more hungover contingent (i.e. me!) left at about 4.45. I decided to take the more sedate route of hitting the A1M, then leaving at junction 60. Before I knew it, I was in the car park, looking at a whole host of Loti and their owners, in various states of disarray. Imagine my surprise when I found out they’d only just arrived! Quizzed as to why they’d taken so long, the response was inevitable – fannying around – BigD’s car was pulled by the BiB for making stupid noises too
After a warm embrace from my roomie Dave, I found that Kenny wanted his affections for the night (not too much hassle as Ed had informed me el Rag_it snored like a train!) … I had the priviledge of being man servant for the night. Where was his Lordship? That’s the subject of a whole other thread…
So, after some further fannying, some more unpacking, and BigD’s Dundee shower, the posse saddled up for some scran and libation. Some further discussion ensued about the preferred method of transport to the watering hole - John in his VX decided he wanted to be primed for the trackday, so took the yellow Vauxhall to the nearby town; the rest of us hoofed it. After a motorway crossing (where I nearly decked it climbing over the barrier) Paul Andy & I just managed to avoid being mown down by John & Mac who was hitching a lift for ‘diagnostic’ purposes, we headed into Sedgefield’s thriving nightlife. The Dun Cow Inn didn’t know what it was in for!
The first to arrive had been ushered into the specially prepared incomer section, out of the way of any locals. Tut secured some Menus, only for the assembled masses to bundle back through frontside on account of the “please see specials boards for main courses.â€
