Rallies

We will post a report of the Tändstick Rally in Sweden soon. The text is from Jurkka who will add photos when he figures out how to send them. Jurkka didn't include contact details, so I'm hoping he finds the back-message sent through the Contact Centre. That briefly advises opening the Notes tab of the Contact Centre and clicking the bottom-right Email button, then attaching scans of the photos to the email that should open in your default email app.

Or send to the email address at the top of this News.

We added 58 more Cloth Badges from Jean-Francois Helias since the last News.

After reluctantly agreeing to post a page of cloth badges, it has now grown to almost 2000, just over a quarter of which are for rallies. Most are club patches.

With getting on for 3000 more patches in our backlog, there is little chance of running out of work for the foreseeable future.
Nor the unforeseen future.

Hans Veenendaal continues to provide regular updates for his 2025 Rally Listing. Hans also updates details when he hears of changes. Usually they are included in his weekly list, but this week one event was so imminent that it needed an immediate note. That highlights the importance of checking our latest page and contacting the organizers.

Over the next couple of weeks there are only 16 rallies for die-hard nutters, one of those is in the UK. Sit at your PC and plan your annual programme. Or sit in a pub with your pals and do the planning on our phone list. Opening that link on a wide screen will transfer to our standard page. If you get the narrow mobile version, click a country flag and a month to see the data.

Em-brrrs

It was too wet and icy to risk cycling last Thursday. Therefore a few hardy Embers took their exercise on foot, struggling up Croft Hill to work up a thirst and an appetite for lunch at the Red Lion in Huncote. Report and photos on our January page.

Our plan on Thursday, 16 January is to meet at Houghton on the Hill and then find a level road to a nearby pub.

The following Thursday we meet at Sutton Wharf where we intend to take a similar short and smooth ride to a suitable hostelry. Just keeping our legs moving.

Paddy had a job as a postman and one Monday morning was riding through the neighbourhood on his usual route, delivering the mail. As he approached one of the homes he noticed that strangely both cars were still in the driveway. His wonder was cut short by Murphy, the homeowner, coming out with a load of empty beer, wine and spirit bottles for the recycling bin.

"Jesus Murphy, looks like you lot had one hell of a party last night," the Postman commented.

Murphy, in obvious pain, replied, "Actually we had it Saturday night... This is the first time I have felt like moving since 4 o'clock Sunday morning. We had about 15 couples from around the neighbourhood over for some weekend fun and it got a bit wild... We all got so drunk around midnight that we started playing...
WHO AM I?"

The Postman thought for a moment and said, "How the hell do you play WHO AM I?".

"Well, all the men go in the bedroom and come out one at a time covered with a sheet with only the 'family jewels' showing through a hole in the sheet. Then the women try to guess who it is..."

The postman laughed and said, "Sounds like fun, I'm sorry I missed it."

"Probably a good thing you did Paddy," Murphy responded.

"Your feckin name came up seven times!"