Bit tired now ...

Been assembling my running machine most of the afternoon and installing software ... but I do have a short postscript on proceedings from the Monks Retreat ... My apologies to Fukarwi and Archangel ... it was virgin territory and it took me further than I anticipated on going before adjourning to the bar ... the moto-cross track was brilliant, as observed by a group of us high up on the ridge ... you all looked like you were having so much fun down there, wheeling and counter wheeling in utter confusion with cries of : "On you!" ringing out from all quarters ... a triumph Fukarwi, a triumph on your virgin lay ... ever so well done, the hares ... ... It's strange, isn't it, when you try your hardest for a downdown, zilcho ... but tonight I had shouted out - as wallies do - "I know a short-cut back to the pub!" A trusting little band had followed ... then realising that perhaps I didn't after all ... I had turned off my headlamp, vaulted a barbed wire fence and legged it ... I thought that was the end of it until returning to the Monks Retreat, Wickdipper had glowered at me and said: "Where have you been, they've been looking for you!" ... Oh-oh ... and apparently Teapot wasn't best pleased when he eventually got back ... I hadn't had a DD for so long that it was a bit of a struggle ... well done Rent Boy for taking the vid clip ... All in all, an excellent night was had by one and all ...