And if you don't win then you've lost

Saturday was a bleary start.  It had to be; I was t'igsausted.  Tired and emotional I think was the phrase. 

The morning started badly - I had limped to the Portaloos at 8.30, in a very bad state of repair, and settled myself in the minutely spaced cabin.  As I sat there contemplating exactly what it was about beer which made you feel all happy and light the day before, but the exact opposite the next day I heard a big, big noise. 

I was concerned. 

The big noise stopped right outside the door of the portaloo.  I felt my greatest fears were about to become reality.  Someone was going to forklift my portaloo into the air while I was poised atop of seat. 

My relief was immense when instead of any movement of my cabin, I felt the door next door open, and then panic set in all over again.  A big motorised whooshing noise started and I was dead in fear of loosing my internal organs down the toilet pan. 

I quickly redressed myself and shot out the door.  To be confronted by man in massive tanker with big tube which he had stuck down the loo next door to me.  oh my god the smell, I almost fell over.    I ran very, very quickly back to the tent, blew up the mattress and crawled in for another hour or so. 

It was a much damper day than Friday - and a day of dressing up.  There were Austrians, in lederhosen, and funny hats, slapping bums all over the place, there were pilots in jump suits, white scarfs, and moustaches and goggles.  There were Hell's Angels, oh god, no - they weren't dressed up they were for real.  But best of all - This lot camped near by us.  There were about twenty of them; and when they were all dressed there were several Super Mario,and Luigis, 1 x Princess, toadstools, dragons, the baddie in the spaceship, a banana? they were hysterical. Especially the one chap in the Princess costume. 

But the thing that made us laugh most of all.   The rain caused everyone to look for indoor activities, and the Children's Facepainter found herself overwhelmed by Adults.  As we sat in the bar tent in the evening, in walked three of the Hell's Angels resplendent in facepaints.  Two of them were Skulls.  The third, in all his leatherbound glory and shorn head had a black butterfly on his face.    

Stunning. 



Si Says that it was probably meant to be a scary bat, but it failed miserably, as it was too pretty.   I'm no longer scared of big beefy biker dudes!.