As Rabbie Burns once wrote "for auld acquaintance be forgot", he never saw a stock car meeting, as all old acquaintances usually don't forget. Just ask Rabbie Speak!
New Year's Eve crept up on me this year. After watching the Smeatharpe World DVD for more times than is truly sensible, and still shaking my head in disbelief in the true overpowering nature of the race. It was excellently captured by DT Videos and is of course available still at their website,
It was time for a little drinky poo or two, as I was invited to firstly to Ross Rowe (105) and Sam (daughter of Jeremy) Deeble's love pad in the glorious People's Republic of Pensilva, on the same estate, just three doors down from the home of the pre teen Jonny. I can see where I used to race my sister in our radio control cars, putting the bumper in of course!! Then down to Chez Rowe at Radnor first and then the new pad of Liam Rowe (605) for a chinky and a drinky. Plenty of bants had, especially with the Deeble contingent!
New years' eve was spent in the somewhat dramatic climes of Callington, which ranks on a par with Trafalgar Square, Edinburgh and Sydney for NYE venues. So with my mates we frequented a few pubs across the Cornish town, before finding the only one with any atmosphere was the local social club. Haphazard celebrations as some were in fancy dress and some were in a state of pure inebriation. Now the in house disco was pumping and it was kina of like play what you want. No one was dancing, so Webby, Pasty and me took over the DJ Booth. I had a past life regression into my days as chief compere for Seven3Seven discos, (the disco company I used to run with Lampy), got the music pumping and the floor moving. We saw in the new year and made the first tune of 2014, a bit of AC/DC. However at the other pub which was pumping, a little geezer was blaring out tunes from the Clubland series whilst drinking his height in drink. More importantly, he was the spitting image of one Michael Brennan esq. Although I don't think Micky is that effeminate.
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Also separated at birth, Wee Dennis (641) and legendary late, great, dartist and King of Kirkcaldy, Jockey Wilson....
...which brings me on to the winter sport of the Stock car fans, the small matter of some fat blokes dressed in Elizabeth Duke jewelery, throwing mini spears at a board in front of a gobbier often cockney fat bloke, in front of a beered up crowd of hooligans.... Yes, folks it's World Darts time. In many ways the split in darts is akin to the Brisca/Spedeworth split. All the Spedeworth boys get fed up with the project and find the need to take on the best. Sometimes they become the best of it all. They know deep down, that they would be better together, and that the sport is better and the quality would improve. But, sadly, like stock car, there are stubborn folk who don't want to move. Still it's nice to watch, and means that the show is coming and really we should be doing something to the car!
Lastly, an apology to those guys at Team Purple. I mistakenly said that St Day had a drop in average attendance this year, when in fact it was one of there best season's since the freak week in 2009 that saw the Cornish attendance record broken twice in the space of 2 days. Oops. Furthermore proof that the Westcountry is in rich health and the proclaimed problems with tyres don't affect us pasty chompers. Number of different drivers went up too. That's why next year I'm doing a new chart to see active drivers versus average attendance. I am to maths without a spreadsheet, as Rachel Riley is to ballroom dancing, good, but occasional mistakes on the topline
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I am more than likely going to be at the Autosport Show on the Sunday, as once again the pressing needs of a producer and sound engineer have got me in charge of a show of my own - the tri-annual Young Farmer's Cabaret competition. So then folks, jazzhands at the ready.....
...it's showtime!
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