The OB post, I suppose. I'm prolly the first back for obvious reasons and the others are prolly either in Calais by now or on the ferry. Excellent weekend. You had to be there. I could stop this post now, but what the hell. It was great to see all those familiar faces. No new ones apart from Sean. French runs now a ukrm institution and need to be carried on. AFAIK, for those on the ferry coming over, it was like a red arrows display, when they all arrived with people fanning off in all directions. Shite weather apparently for those coming off the ferry, with it being very foggy. People arrived in dribs and drabs throughout the day, with Platy being the third last to arrive in the evening. But he had an excuse as he was doing a tour. Big Tony and Sean turned up shortly after them and I'll let Tony explain or someone else that is better on poetic licence than myself. The weather was great, ukrm polite and the towns takings (especially the only late open bar we found) must have doubled overnight. If Monsieur Blaney had actually gone back to drinking, then it would have trebeled. No amount of persuasion, blackmailing or forcing got him to touch a drop. There were suspicions that he was knockin' back the gin in his room, but nothing concrete. Suffice to say, Tony and his mate Sean, deserve a joint YTC number. But Tony needs a bar for the bit below, near the bottom. After finishing in the bar at 3am for most of us, most people got up at around 8 or 9am-ish for runs around the place. Mont St Michel was the obvious choice for loads of us. When I arrived with TOG, Tim and Anne, it was a case of, 'Great, that looks nice, let's fuck off for food in St Malo.' Linda, SD, Sean, Sean and Big Tony did the trip inside, with Linda leaving most of the other lazy buggers at the bottom of some very steep steps. Very touristy, the place, with a beer costing ¤10, FFS (Andy B kindly let us know). However, St Malo, with it's umpteen weddings was the choice of loads of us for eating. The food, IMO, was great. Seafood was the main choice and the food was really well priced, for decent grub. People carried on with runs around the place after that, with most of us getting back to the bar near to the Hotel, asp. After the evening meal, it was back to the bar again where people filtered off earlier than Friday night. However, there were at least two people that did turn up about 2am back to the hotel, as half of "God's frying pan town" were woken up with someone doing burn outs on their drifter. Hey Platy? Big Tony apparently tried to do the same on his Beemer, but the TC didn't think about the fact that his brakes are linked on his bike, so as soon as he touches the front, the back's going to be locked up. Other stuff. The food (on both days) was good, but breakfast was shite, with only croissants and bread being the only stuff to eat. Adie brought me the OB bacon and bike mags. Ta very much again Adie. I'll return the favour sometime. Ginge didn't get run over. I found an old 10 Franc piece when I went to the peage. I figured out that it was Mr Murray that had given it to me, when we filled up on the Saturday. Thanks though Neil. DFV number with umpteen bars well deserved. :-)
