McGonagall Night 2002

William Topaz McGonagall was the greatest of all Scottish poets and passed away in September 1902. We had a party to celebrate his great works. As always the little pics get bigger in a click.

The guests arrive.....

John turns up on his brand new Aprilia fitted with more trick bits than you could shake a titanium exhaust at.

....... And are immediately put to work chopping wood.....

John and Robert doing their synchronised wood breaking thing.

.....into smaller and smaller pieces.

It should be noted here that Robert and John are both highly trained in the ancient Japanese art of breaking wood with sledgehammer. On no account should you try this at home.

The farmer spots the bonfire being built and quickly ploughs a fire break in the stubble. Maybe he doesn't trust us.

The furnace is up to temperature....

....and Carlo, Gary and John re-shape a molten glass bottle.

"I've gone slightly mad" says Ralph. Renate seems to be coping with this strange group of people very well.....

.... but Gary isn't coping quite so well with someone......

.....Carlo always copes well. Even while sleeping he maintains that firm-but-fair manner.

In the morning: Looks like that wood chopping has taken it's toll on John and Robert. Or was it the beer?

Chris, Mary, Simon, Ralph, Renate, Simon, and Denby the dog.......

....who is going a great job stopping those aeroplanes from nicking his Pepsi can.