We pick this up having just 'given it some beans' across the mountains and on the home run to the camp site.
This was just south of Pamplona. As we approached we were a combination of relieved, self righteous and joyous about the fact that not only was it NOT raining (for once) but in fact the orb of deiteous light that I forget the name of as it had been so bloody long since we had seen it, was making itself known in glorious splendour. By this point we had the roof down, sunglasses on and had even picked up a little of the old rose tinted nose burn. We must have looked like a cross between a hair dressers day out, the only way is Essex (only the ugly ones) and the cast of the fast and the furious trying to go undercover in Birmingham town centre.
We arrive at the entrance to the camp site down a long gravelly bumpy drive through some fields with rolling hills on either side of us and beautiful scener....CRACK! SMASH! CRUNCH!
All of this beauty was overshadowed by the Fwapping Great Speed Humps!
Next year I'm suggesting to our esteemed scumlord that a smoothness factor should be considered in the routing. This was the second occasion in thus many days that my undersides had been attacked, harassed, scraped, scratched and altogether shaggerated by the concrete nemesis of the lowered car brigade.
Why have such a low car I hear, Hark! I reply...This is the Scumrun my friend... Why not?
After the dual to the death between the surface layer of the aggregation of pointless lumpy tarmac and my exhaust where the tarmac lost but left their scars...we were met by 'da crew' at the gate. The turquoise event van sat with pride welcoming the scumrunners into the bosom of the northern espagna temporary chaotic party land...Let the fun begin.
We rolled up and positioned the bug quite centrally in middle of the camping area. As was now the drill it seemed, Andy jumped into action setting up camp while I headed off with the camera affixed on my shoulder looking for some stories from the day. What I actually realised was our so called detour over the mountains was not so much of a detour after-all. Turns out we had arrived around 20 somethingth and hardly anybody was there yet...Those that were there gave me the impression that this was in fact a bit of a lull in the madness.
It's fair to say that the drive that day had been long and challenging, which on top of the first long day meant that people were feeling just a smidgen, a tad, a sprinkle of the old scumrun buddy...fatigue.
This lasted only as long as until the beer started flowing.
I made a conscious decision that tonight, was the night, for feeling alright, we'll be making l...oh hang on that's something else isn't it... Tonight, quite simply, I was going to relax, and most probably get completely mullered.
This presented a problem...Filming when drunk does not tend to lead to quality footage...
So the plan was. Take the big camera to the party early on, get enough good shots to set the scene, then take the camera back to the car, switch to iphone and hit it hard...
This seemed to work well as a plan, especially as the second half of the plan seemed to be the same as everyone elses...
You will need to watch the final edit of the video to understand really, but kareoke started to ensue. This turned rapidly into Mentaloke and gradually descended into Armaggedonoke. All accompanied by some of the most energetic rampant arm flinging, leg jostling and arse wiggling I've ever seen.
Along with all this chaotic beer fuelled madness was a running theme of fundraising for the charity (Sparks)
One dude (with more money than sense, or more generosity than money, or just really really loved Ed, or perhaps had been stalking him for years and that was the reason he had attended the scumrun anyway) procured Ed's event jacket for £500.
As wonderfully admirable as this was, I can't help but think that it was a rather extreme way of keeping warm.
Some other highlights included a memorable performance of...something or other unintelligible while doing a 'full monty' from 2 members of scumrunerphanalia. My favourite part of the whole night. Not because I had any particular desire to see their mansausage but because of the looks of disapproval, disbelief, and almost revisiting their dinner in a less than social friendly way that appeared on the audiences faces...As respect for embarrassing ones self for charity goes, they deserved it all. Lucky I had my Iphone...you can check it out for yourself soon...sorry lads.
To be honest, I don't really remember the rest of the night. I woke up in the tent, so I must have made it back ok. Genuinely have no recollection of getting there though.
To be continued...hungoverly