It’s been a funny old week, went to the TT which was fabulous fun if a tad noisy and popped “across” to bonny Scotland for my brother’s silver wedding party.
The company I work for was a major sponsor for this year’s TT races so we got complimentary tickets to the VIP area, I took M along for the day as we’d neither of us been to any of the events and were kinda curious.
We arrived at about 10 having parked in the VIP car park with our VIP pass and were greeted by a charming young lady from the company handling the event on behalf of the Manx government, she introduced herself and gave us our VIP passes and wrist bands before inviting us to partake of breakfast.
We had a lovely brekkie of Manx sausages and bacon with locally produced eggs and mushrooms, followed by a Muller yoghurt !
We were then escorted around the paddock by a TT representative and saw all the teams getting ready, wow the noise as 20 bikes were warmed up !
At last the race was due to begin and we had a special area on the start line to watch, seeing some lunatic hare off at 130 mph from 10 feet away is pretty impressive, after a bit we were taken onto the roof of the control tower, 8 flights of stairs nearly killed me, for a glass of champagne while we watched from the best view in the place.
It was a tad windy so after I’d taken some shots and we’d drunk our champagne we de-camped to the VIP tent by way of the concessions area, loads of bike stuff as you can imagine and every type of food available.
We wandered about a bit before heading back to the tent to watch the closing stages from the roof of the catering trailer, it was lovely to stand there with a cold beer on a baking day and watch these lunatics go by at ridiculously fast speeds.
The race ended and we headed down for lunch, not so bad Mediterranean chicken with rice and salad followed by loads of different flans to choose from.
The winners made an appearance and we got to chat and get autographs, then back on the course to watch the sidecar race, must be mad I tell ya !
The day ended at 4ish and we made our way home smiling, I can recommend it as a good corporate day out but I wouldn’t pay to go see it myself, not being a biker.
The following day we flew “across” to Scotland to stay with my nephew and his girlfriend in Stirling, we had a pleasant flight and my brother picked us up in his gas powered 4ltr Jag sadly we had to stop for a wee dram on the way and arrived suitably empowered.
We spent a couple of days out and about in Scotland and attended the big party, me in my new Manx Kilt and M in a lovely posh frock we purchased in Douglas for the occaision, we at least were lovely J
It was a fun night and good to catch up with people, some of whom I hadn’t seen since the wedding.
On the Monday we trolled back to Edinburgh airport and caught our flight home, only an hour delay thank you Logan Air.
It was good to get home and waking up to my fabulous bay view on Tuesday was a real pleasure.
Back at work now and busy as ever putting sites together for promotions and events.
Nothing to report on the work front or indeed customer service so I’ll close with this Manx joke.
Why are sea football matches so boring?
Too many goal-kippers.
Take care all,
John
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