Furry Boots

The weegies arrived to the first dry spell of the trip to find Faz and Kat had bravely managed to reserve 'our' corner in the campsite, with some dodgy looking incident tape, tho judging by the size of the space they reserved I think they had us confused with Saints n Sinners. Mike could be heard leaving Peterculter with his 'new' sports exhaust, jeez the money you can save by having a great ruddy hole in your down pipe. By the time 7 o'clock came everyone had pitched up and had cracked open their poison of choice.

Back in black!!

Alfie asks Gaz for a lapdance!!

After eventually managing to get out of the disabled loo, it's a slide luv, not pull or push....Dez joined the rest of the gang in the marquee. I know what your thinking 'he's not disabled'.....yeah....feel my pain....! Fridays pitch was excellent - right next to the fire exit meant we had our own private smoking spot on hand. Handy in case those un-expected meteors came out of nowhere - eh Elaina....???? Are you STOOOOPID??? The rest of the night was pretty much spent drinking and dancing, if anyone else remembers anything of note...let us know....
Saturday lunchtime saw the long awaited arrival of our latest rally virgin.....Peanut Crawford finallylanded at his first rally,abley accompanied by a slightly looking tired looking Dixie and proud aunties Medusa and Face... What a cutey - we're expecting to see him in his first cut-off any day soon


Leather looks for his Peanut...!!

In elephant years

Everyone went their seperate ways - tho unwisely Gill and Alfie were left with the voddie bottle and a very tormenting Mike... What other type is there?? Tho it has to be said a very amusing spectator sport....not so good if your Gill or Alfie...still it took the heat off the rest of us.....

Saturday night and it was time to help Gaz celebrate his 40 and a twelfth birthday. Satuday in the marquee was hoaching and another group ofparty go-ers had already nabbed our spot...still in true Phoenix fashion we muscled in and eventually it was ours once more....mwuhuhuuh.... More dancing to a very enjoyable Joes Band before a food fest and back to the tents for a chill oot.....

The tent of torment....


The Meteor Lookout Team....

Sunday bought fantastic Furry Boots packing up weather....and a fantastic chance to go home via Glenshee. Packing up we realised that this will probably be the last 'almost' full turn out for a while....shame on you Chris for missing it! Studying....wots that all about??