Yeovilton 2008

Arriving at Phil’s in good time we had a slight delay whilst he showed us some modelling porn on the net. Once under way we made good time and the journey down was quite uneventful except for the moronic drivers who seem to change lanes as though no one else is on the road, I’m sure they have a death wish.

We arrived at the B&B around 2.30 and proceeded to our rooms. Phil and Jon opted for the attic, Richard the double whilst Dave C and I had the Honeymoon suite (bliss). After sorting the sleeping arrangements and chatting for a while we decided it would be a good idea to have a photo of us in front of the house. This seemed easier said than done and the usual farce ensued. Whilst Phil was bending over preparing his camera he emitted a noise that sounded like a croak, now I’ve heard of toad in the hole before but not “Frog up the Arse”!! Back in our boudoir all I heard from Copey was “when are we going to eat? I’m starving!” don’t you feed him Karen? The next fiasco was the pub (I won’t go into detail) which we eventually found. Now I’m not much of a drinker so I don’t frequent pubs very often but I’ve never been to one that raffled off a large tray of meat before, nor have I ever found a Fridge / Freezer ( full of paint) in a loo !! Don’t ask.

The next morning we ate a hearty breakfast, packed our things and made our way to the Museum for the show. On arrival we found that John & Roy were already there so we were able to get our display up and running quite quickly ready for the visiting hordes. Although plenty of people came to look at our display we felt that we weren’t fully part of the show due to our location (a place usually taken by White Ensign). The rest of the show was very busy; approximately 3000 visitors passed through the doors, needless to say the queues were huge taking up to one and a half hours to get in. A few traders were missing notably White Ensign (again) and Lonewolf to name but two.

In the competition we did okay, Jon a Bronze, Martin and Me a Silver apiece, unusually we were not informed as to which model won what, very strange. All too soon the show was over and it was time to pack up and head for home.

We decided that we would get as far as possible before taking a break, this we did and made our stop at Strensham services. Now a few years ago on the same journey we were greeted by the sight of a girl in furry boots (and not much else) at one of our stops. We therefore could not believe our eyes when we saw not one but at least half a dozen scantily clad girls in furry boots, stockings and Devils horns, we nearly had seizures! As some of us are getting on a bit, it took some time for us to pull ourselves together. A lasting vision locked away in memory to warm the cockles in our dotage.

What on earth will we be greeted by next year?

Answers on a postcard please.

Neil Crayton.