Fleetwood   PHOTOS

 

I wont give you the usual bolony of  a boring trip to Fleetwood I'll start at the good bit the do Friday night !Myself and Dave had decided to take Daves dad as resident babysitter for this rally so safe in the knowledge that our angel  Tommy was tucked up in bed and only a short walk away if we were needed we decided we were gonna party at this rally and oh! did we do that  ! The do's itself took on a different format from other rallies this year  as this had three rooms a  good selection of talc throwing ,slip sliding northern was on offer in " Jeff's soul kitchen " and some dubbing good roots and Trojan was being spun from me good mate Wayne ( who was Daves best man at our wedding ) so im bound to be bias in that department ..and the main room which threw out the usual vfm collectives party hard and die young brand of djying ! It was in the latters room that we spent most of our night , after a mooch about the different rooms we met up with some of my starfish sisters in the guise of wanna and sid and their respective partners jo snow and my fav party buddies the happy house , along with a chat to  the ii posse who were stationed in various rooms and positions through out the site .Ive got to say what an absolutely corking night we had, by 12 we found ourselves on the ceiling a place which we stayed for the remainder of the weekend ,after we'd danced our socks off we slipped through the vortex and found ourselves in the happy house's caravan , may I add at this point some git nicked the strobe light and we still haven't had it back ( its an essential part of our rally kit that ,please give it back we'll even pay a ransom) by this time it was 5 o'clock and as I was doing a stint on the reception for the vfm at 8 we thought we better get back to our caravan ,easier said than done when your walking one step forward and two steps back I kid you not it was like a scene from a carry on film except I wasn't laughing at Dave's camp impression of Kenneth Williams "ooooooo stop messin about " for the hundredth time ,we'd been walking around for an hour and had managed to bag a drink with the monkey hangers evo and gaz in their caravan , we even stumbled across pete the salford sausage   on his early morning prowl and he couldn't help find our caravan either after another trip to happy house heaven my head finally hit the pillow at 6.30 am and I was back up bright and breezy on the reception at 8 am ( oh how does she do it ) . As I worked for a lot of the day I haven't much to report on so I'll just cut this long story short ( there's always a first time )and get to the night do ! now I know a few of you ( dm's especially )are not in to Tom hingley and the inspiral carpets but as a born and bred manc ( one raised on cigarettes and alcohol and having witnessed and lived through the rise of the madchester music scene )i was really looking forward to mr hingley's and friends set, if only to take me back to my yooooof! the band arn't the inspirals anymore they are the lovers now and they certainly had the place "loved up " with their set ...in fact I know I took to the stage after the manc legend had moved over for the female version and I stopped there for a couple of hours dancin ( well that's what I call it )me ickle heart out ... I know Steve foster threw a bag of strange looking head gear out to the crowded dance floor at about 5 am as the theme for the weekend was HATS   and myself , lins and iggy resembled something from the Afghanistan front! with the selection we picked ! I think we finally got to bed after Dave had fallen down the steps of Libby an taff's caravan giving us all a fright at about 6.30 am This write up as usual doesn't do justice to the weekend but as with any rally you take away your own memories and to be honest the state I was in that weekend im surprised I can remember this !!!!!!! I must apologies to jo snow who has been gimp boy to the starfish's for nearly two years now and had to endure me holding his hand and dribbling all over him in me loved up ,drunken stupor ! "thanks snowman , I love ya "

yours the waffling reet aka mother starfish