I’d like to offer my sincere apologies to the Chieftain: a can of lager hastily hidden to preserve decorum, treacherously upended itself as I marched past making it look as though I was urinating on my right foot. Sorry! However I’m getting ahead of myself.
Firstly I have to apologise for there being no record of the Arran trip, this was due to lack of time. I can however announce that there were no casualties, nobody fell off the boat and the 400m dash while pushing a trolley full of beer was won by our own Wee Eck, well done!
In other news: Continue reading Worlds Apart
Isn’t it always the case that just when you get your mojo back and are ready to compete everywhere you get roped into a flitting and miss the Scottish Championships. Continue reading The Scottish Weekend