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Stormin the castle 19

Gawd bless them that did the build up week. Puttin in all the hard graft in the pishin rain so we can turn up when the sun comes oot and party all weekend. Gotta love em eh!

Crackin feelin turning up at the site. Waitin to go through the somewhat ruined castle gates (Castle got well and truly Stormed last year) was sorta like when you used to go down the track to the Farmyard, in the valley or when you see the bungee thingy stickin up on the way to the Bash. Mekks ya all excited 'n that dunnit.

The oak tree appreciation society were all suitably relaxed when we got there, Cat Killer and the friendly ghoul cooking up a storm and the Chopwell reprobates making green smoke signals next to Ange's new wigmam. The Hoond had brought his garage wi him in case somebody set fire to it while he was away and him, Jeff, Jeff's pony tail and the wimmen were hiding in there. The Gill crowd were hammered already and since we were surrounded by Ste Hall on one side and The Winlaton Mill Cannabis Crew on the other it seemed only civil to join in.

Suitably imbibed we headed for the main tent and found that the organisers had reserved us a spot in our usual position next to the sound decks, Yahoo! Although next year maybe a flag, a cordon of armed guards or summat would be preferable to the geet puddle used this year. I've only just got me jacket and boots somewhere near clean and our leather breeks are festering yit.

Wee wuz on stage then? Mmmm I forget noo. Tribe (missed em), Bullet (missed em), Vendetta (saw em, can't remember fekk all) Terrorvision (Canny them, not as good as at the Bash but good all the same). In fact Terrorvision broke me! I did some o that dancing malarkey towards the end and had to go and sit in Holy Joe's for a bit to recover. Never did though and had to gan to bed. Bugga!

Satda, Very chilled oot day, wandered aboot stalls, scoffed scran, talked bollocks, drank beer, checked out bikes, drank beer, handed oot flyers, drank beer then all of a sudden it was musak time again. Good neet fir music this un, Dorty Sooth, 1977, then ower to the Iris tent to catch the end of the Mojo Hand Band and The Pisteleros (bit of a Slip of the Tongue avoidance mission, not a Whitesnake lover). Then back to the main tent for The Levellers, Firkin marvellous. Proper job, woke me reet up, to the point where I sat up all neet in the Brit Chopper tent talking shite to former strangers and drinkin broon ale. Nice!

Sunda, woke up to the sound of air escaping oot me air bed (hate it when wor lass does that) and the ground getting slowly harder. Time to go. Cuppa tent doon and offski for a crackin ride home. Just got back afore the rain hit, so can't complain.

A dry Stormin. Who'd ave thunk it!

See ya for numero 20 next year.

Vin

For a proper write up and piccies n that go to http://www.bikers1.com/ev/r_stormin09/r_stormin09_1.htm . Just look away afore ye get to the bottom of the last page eh. Ye've been warned!