After sturggling through a day that weighed heavily due to lack of sleep, the kids have finally left the building, so I'll begin...........

Once upon a time, some bright spark (Fibula-a brilliant budding mudcat gathering organiser, and wonderful person as well) had a good idea for a meeting up of like minds where she lived.She did neglect to state that the area was so wonderfully beautiful, tranquil and welcoming. She let us find that out for ourselves. (Which we did)

Lots of people made their way there.

So I guess this is "Portostock" the first!

Greg, myself and Noreen finally arrived at the airport after negotiating the traffic on the M62 in the fanny magnet substitute. After checking in, we went to the upsatirs departure lounge. "Not many people on this flight" stated Greg, "plenty of time", "there's only four of us". Us three and some bloke in another corner. Of course when the flight was called and we went downstairs there were about three hundred people waiting for the plane!!!!Enough of that.........

So we arrived at Belfast and picked up our car. Set off at high speed for Belfast. Because we were heavily armed with instruments, no one bothered us. Just as well because if we'd have run into trouble we'd have sung and played tunes until they surrendered!!!!!!! After trying all the way through Belfast city centre to find a bloody fish and chip shop (Skipjack being fatigue with hunger) we decided that dieting was the only answer and went on a roller coaster ride to Portoferry. Skipjack in the back like a nodding dog, Noreen, in touch with her masculine side, navigating splendidly. We arrived. Even in the dark we could tell what a wonderful place it was. We didn't hang about, but got into the "Fiddler's Green" where Skipjack and Noreen tried to rid the pub of it's supply of the black stuff that was served with such friendliness by the landlord. (Frank. It was great to see all the Mudcatters that were still standing/ After a couple of gallon, Skip and Noreen, were carried by me back to the hostel, where most had gathered and were singing away, (Merrily?- I think it was verse 87 of the loss of the RMS Lusitania or was it verse 69 of the loss of my maidenhead to Sir rodderick the rapist, well something like that. The boozy crowd of rowdies, led by Micca and others were falling off chairs and generally getting to know one another in various kinds of ways-some of them obviously knew one another in other kinds of ways, but that is not my business and yours either!!! (But for a sum of $5.00 each donated to Mudcat, I'll send you the details for blackmail!)

Skipkack finally got his chips which floated around in his distended drink filled stomach like a cork in the ocean. I enjoyed what was left of mine after such welcoming comments as " Oh bloody hell, he's here-look he's got chips, give us one (or many) mate".

So robbed of me chips I had to get me own back and sung a song!!!

At about 03.00 or so, we decided to call it quits and finally got into bed at about 03.30 having had a bloody good night, so far!!!!!!!

"Take me" said Skip!!!- I thought, what a stupid bastard! Saying that in front of Alanww who was pretending to be asleep, but peeking. Skipkack knew full well, rolling aound on his stomach and purring would be no good at all (He'd left his trousers on!!!) So He remained "boxer intacta" and went to bed crying his eyes out at another rejection. Alanww of course faired better, but I'm not telling, ask him why he was so bleary eyed the next morning?
Well so far, that's Friday night written about instead of doing my record keeping, so I'll do some more later.

Cheers