Fanks for the Memory
Posted: Tuesday, 03 April 2007 |
Well Fank '07 is over and the site has been restored to normal again. You'd never know that there had been an international dating extravaganza there. Here are a couple of snaps of the fank after the clean-up, taken from the next to the cattle grid on the main road at the edge of the South Dell suburbs.
Everyone was much more quiet and well behaved this year, what with the main event being on the Sabbath. Hats were a particular feature so we all had something appropriate to take off in our communal gesture of appreciation to Calum, Donald and the organisers.
There was a bit of excitement when someone diverted the emergency services by crashing a car on the Dell Brae and running away from the wreck, but all was quite low key otherwise and the Fank Marshals kept everyone under more control than JML Slimming Pants.
Despite the Fank Committee's best efforts, Murdo John was devastated not to make it into the 'most ugly 500'. He blames Donald (who sloped off with some bit of goods called Bella from Brue who seemed no better than she ought to be). Sadly, Chrissie M and I weren't too impressed with the standard of this year's bodachs either and I'm now pinning my hopes on this fine stranger who was snapped on the peat road going out towards Tolsta.
I'm not sure if he was:
a) being the Angel of the North
b) describing a fish that he'd caught
c) runing down the road making aeroplane noises.
Everyone was much more quiet and well behaved this year, what with the main event being on the Sabbath. Hats were a particular feature so we all had something appropriate to take off in our communal gesture of appreciation to Calum, Donald and the organisers.
There was a bit of excitement when someone diverted the emergency services by crashing a car on the Dell Brae and running away from the wreck, but all was quite low key otherwise and the Fank Marshals kept everyone under more control than JML Slimming Pants.
Despite the Fank Committee's best efforts, Murdo John was devastated not to make it into the 'most ugly 500'. He blames Donald (who sloped off with some bit of goods called Bella from Brue who seemed no better than she ought to be). Sadly, Chrissie M and I weren't too impressed with the standard of this year's bodachs either and I'm now pinning my hopes on this fine stranger who was snapped on the peat road going out towards Tolsta.
I'm not sure if he was:
a) being the Angel of the North
b) describing a fish that he'd caught
c) runing down the road making aeroplane noises.
Comments
This is Cathy as snapped by Heatcliff.....or possibly vice versa. With the emphasis on vice. I'm awfully sorry it's all over: somehow the anticipation seems to be so much more than the actualit茅. There's a horrible emptiness, a sort of fin de si猫cle feeling in the air, nothing to look forward to.......
Flying Cat from a high bookshelf
Probably (c) as it looks like an airport runway he's on. Is there a Tolsta International?
calumac from duty free shop Callanish International
Wasn't that a Gene Pitney number?
Flying Cat from ancient music compendium
'Twenty four Hours from Tolsta' was Andy Stewart not Gene Pitney. Fool!
fluffabel from Poppicker Place Ness
Are we supposed to phone somewhere and say whether it's a b or c? Is it a quid a minute or am I gettiing mixed up with Chrissie Mary?
calum from the usual with an extra cappucino
Oh no, did I miss it?! That dratted calendar from emporio alanjohn let me down again...
AnnMacD from down south
i'm in need of cheering up-show some photos of the event-otherwise my son will never believe these blogs-he has us all ready to be booked in to the funny farm!
carol from themorningafterathunderstorm
Mystery solved. It's d. It was FC's French bit about the fish on the bike that gave me the clue. The bodach is from the EU and he's come to check whether our marags measure up to European regulations on standard lengths for black puddings. By all means you can pay a quid a minute to say it's d Calum. If you keep repeating it you'll have the makings of a new hit to rival Gene and Andy.
Annie B from the usual
You won't believe this but the first time I went to Foula the runway looked like that.
Hyper-Borean from The carousel
You've surely more nous than to get mixed up with Chrissie Mary.
Flying Cat from EffCee's Wee Problem Page
Murdo John did get a consolation prize. He is to have an important role in the next Lewis extravaganza, as Warden/Master (who gets suitably bumped off) of his namesake College, alma mater of Tony Lord of Fettes.. Murdo is also going to have a Doctor Honoris Causa, something ole Maggie did not get, and Tony may not. All in all, Murdo has nothing to complain about.
mjc from NM,USA
I've just waved the last stragglers farewell, Annie, after a scallops supper at the Lighthouse door. I was a bit worried about the chaps heading for the Northern Isles in their carved logs, but it was a hoot. Particularly when the Fank Coach lost its exhaust in Castle Street.
Arnish Lighthouse from Stornoway
Twenty-four hours from Ulsta....the Shetland version. Sung by Hom Bru... Did you not look under the carved logs, Mr Lighthouse? They're powered by reconditioned ex Lifeboat engines...va va vroooom!!!!
Flying Cat from ancient music compendium
Thanks to Arnish for his annual contribution as Special Fank Transport Marshal in Stornoway. The logboatmen doing their Hawaii Five 0 impression brought tears to the eyes as they powered out of Stornoway Harbour.
Annie B from the usual
Niseach meanderings. (Niseachs come from Ness - the villages in NW Lewis from South Dell to the Butt.)
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