The Event of the Year.... So far.....

During the weekend of May 18th to the 20th, it was once again time for the main BMF show. Staged at the 'East of England Showground', Peterborough. Before the show even started, there were many who were a little concerned with this years camping arrangements. Usually, the show itself, along with camping, was always held at the showground but due to extensive building works, the usual camping area was vastly reduced in size and was alledgedly a health and safety issue. So with short notice, organisers managed to book the camping arrangements at nearby Elton Hall. This sited the campsite about 4 miles from the show itself but the arrangements made by the BMF organisers bridged this inconvenience pretty well.

Elton Hall was a very pleasant place for the campsite with nice country views and a leaning church steeple nearby. Amenities were good, a breakfast tent, beer stalls, food stands, and all the usual stuff with rides, and of course, the band marquee. The weather was better than average. No rain but there was a pesky bit of wind that turned the odd tent into parachutes whilst they were being put up. Myself becoming victim to my partner throwing a wobbler because of my sarcasm aimed towards her whilst tent erecting. A small cooling off period ensued with threats of my partner disposing of my alcohol stash. Luckily, for most campers, the sheep droppings were relatively hardened and only the most unfortunate became soiled. The entertainment at the show itself, is covered elsewhere on dedicated sites so this is more a page of what we got up to during the event.

Friday evening, in the band marquee, we were treated to the very talented band 'Storm' who cracked out some teriffic tunes late into the evening. The only downside of the band marquee was the early closing. 11.30pm and it was clear-off time. So back to the tent where we all huddled around a candle that could only be described as a 3 foot tall Bernard Matthews Turkey Twizzler, with a small flame on the top. The evening was a little chilly so we all took it in turns to warm our hands whilst the females amongst our group, exhaled vast amounts of methane very noisily indeed.

Amazingly, probably due to the country air, sore heads and dodgy stomachs seemed to be avoided. So along came Saturday and a mega trek to the showground for the show itself. To be honest, shopping isn't one of my favourite things. Infact, having ones nads whipped with a length of barbed wire then dangling them into a vat of piranha infested vinegar seems slightly more pleasurable but none-the-less, I tagged along and toured the show. Rather than bore you with the details of the shopping, I'll skip to the part some 5 hours later, legs aching and my earlier pint and pastie making haste to my lower bowel. So back to the campsite for a bit of a sleep in preparation for the evenings entertainment.

The evening saw our group dress up in some period clothing. The ladies dressed in very sexy French Maid costumes and us lads in gentle-fellow outfits. Sam went for the kilt which I was told was due to his heritage. Apparently, the McCoppings owned vast sways of England after lending William Wallace a cattle inseminator. Others mentioned he wore the kilt because there were no maid outfits left. Whichever the reason, he indeed looked the part as Kilty McCopping of the Dilligaf clan. Unfortunately for me, I had to accept the lowly position of Gamekeeper from the eccentric Lord Rick and Sir Paul of Flactulance. Still, benefits were to be had by me as I got to chase the ladies, Sue, Di and Sally in the hope of appeasing my 'Benny Hill' style lust. I failed miserably here though but I'm sure many had a laugh at my perv-esk antics. My amourous advances were soon cooled when I was threatened with having to muck out the stables. Word has it that the owner of Elton Hall, was watching us chaps trying to work out if we were nobility or not. I can speak for myself when I say theres definately no nob in me. But the other chaps, who can tell.

Finally, I'd like to give thanks to the 'British Motorcyclists Federation' for creating and staging a teriffic event. Well done to all for a fantastic couple of days.

Checkout the pictures at each side of this page to see what a great laugh we had at this years BMF show. Each picture, when clicked, will bring up a larger, clearer image. So, until 'Farmyard', thats all from me.

Tony


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