Pembrey

Pembrey ,,, Pembrey,,, its in Wales! The land that time forgot and if you have a holiday cottage there you can always be sure of a warm welcome. Being a Scot has nothing to do with baulking at the gas my Luxury Race Team Transporter would consume in a round trip - honest! The final insult was being asked to cough up 4.50 to get into the place. Paying to get out is understandable.

Stopping in a Village, the name of which its impossible to pronounce without spitting, something the natives seem to have turned into a contest or a greeting I wasnt quite sure, but it was something like "EdwardstoBarryJohnandJPRisinthelineMycoocachoo." I asked for directions from the village idiot, I knew he was the village idiot because every time I ask for directions its usually the vilage idiot - but there again he wasnt the one who was lost He asked if I could make a U turn?" I said on a good day I could make it say my name, he didn't seem to get the joke but then again some of you will have wrinkled brows right about now. The local shop was no better. I had already noticed that amongst the locals rockin chairs and banjo's were as popular as teeth were'nt. The storekeep took one look at me and said "Teeth, theres lovely." I decided to leave before I heard the phrase "Squeal like a hog boyo!"

Taking full advantage of my oposable thumbs - those are the slightly thicker ones on the end of your hands Paddy - I made my escape. And so unto the gates of Purgatory, sorry Pembrey; The Welsh Motor Sports Centre. I had previousy thought that Welsh motor sport was chasing sheep on quads - that gets them breathless as well ,,,. Welsh Water sports more like! Sat morning it was hissing down. We are talking an Argyll #5 rain. The eskimos have over a hundred words for snow. I have as many for rain, this was a real "Scunner Campbell" type rain.

The queue for scrutineering was long and wet, I havent seen that many miserable faces since the last Stirling Albion home game. Jovial Giant scrutineer fails me for not having my g/box filler lock wired so I miss practice and have to go out with all other solo's, psycho's and Atilla the Currant Bun on their girlie GP250's with full wets. I get back and I dont even have enough time for a coffee and a ciggie before I'm out to race. This may account for my performance in race one. Draw your own conclusions; race one no coffee 10th place, second race plenty of coffee n ciggies I was so slow I didnt even get wet. Tho I wasnt the only one who needed a coffee in race one, I sneaked past "Purple" Pete F and tried not to wake him up but I did ,,. Cheers for a memorable dice Pete, sadly one of us had to loose and it was you ,,,nah, nah, na na, nah.

So now my cunning plan is to leave a thermos and a ciggie by the chequered flag at Brands - you guys are toast n jam. This is George watson, for Back o the grid, see you all at Brands Hatch, and I'll be having that espresso to go

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