Dambuster-ing

Tonight's write-up has several co-incidental links to the Dam Busters, but starts off with a repeat of me saying how totally mad these humans are. One of the highlights of the 2CV camp to which we have just been is the Saturday night joint barbecue and kazoo orchestra session.

The barbie is fabricated from an up-turned 2CV bonnet and a supermarket trolley and is big enough for plenty of humans to cook plenty of meat all at once. The humans also consume a degree of booze, but not too much and then adjourn to the marquee / party-tent for a mad session where everyone is given a kazoo to play (although this year there was an outbreak of learning to play ukuleles so there were a few of them). There are also various percussion instruments made out of bits of car (cymbals made of hub caps on a proper stand, bongoes from car headlight "pots", a drum kit made of rocker covers etc). Main man Andy produces a Guitaron, which is a big double-bass sized guitar with no frets, from Mexico.

The mad humans then work their way madly, raucously and loudly through cartoon themes (Top Cat etc), Muppet songs, pop songs and war themes as the light falls. Do they not realise our hearing is 40,000 times as sensitive as theirs? Mercy me!

I've already said that over at the Preston Steam Rally, half a dozen fields away at most, there was a fine display of old military kit and vehicles including 2 WW2 searchlights with tow/generator lorries. The Rally goes on till late on Saturday night after all the public have gone with a dinner and dance for the exhibitors, and once it's dark the searchlight crews light their lights and send their fine columns of light upward raking the sky for enemy aircraft. This they did just as we were doing the Dambusters Theme, so you can imagine all the humans ran outside and kazoo'd as loudly as they could, hoping to be heard at Preston.

The camp's 2CV convoy earlier had also been to the Reculver Towers, scene of much of Barnes-Wallis's testing of the bombs in wartime, so we were well Dam-Bustered up and it was a magic moment.

Darrr Dah Dah Dah Dudduddaahh Dah Dahhhhhh

Deefski

Kazoo Orchestra

It's all over, and I think I rescued dad just in time. The humans are truly mad, and yesterday, completely lost the plot. They started by cooking out of doors in a barbecue made out of 2CV bits. This did not, as predicted by Meg and the H, result in a shower of meat bits from on high, although the odd kind human snuck us bits of sausage and burger.

There was also much drinking of something appropriately French, called Pastis. At one stage a Hong Kong Chinese guy turned up pushing a bike with a puncture. He was called Herbert (I kid you not) and was riding from London to Belgium, but his bike was described as "like one you'd drag off a scrap yard". He got all the help he could need with the bike, plus liberal Pastis, and was then invited to join us at our barbecue, and to camp with us for the night, which he accepted. He had a sense of humour (needed one) and at one point he joked (I think) that if we kept hassling him for scraps, we'd find out if it was true that he ate dog. Gulp

We then all retreated into a tent for a raffle, a lucky dip called the SCUM bucket (don't ask), and then all hell broke loose, as the humans dished out plastic kazoos and proceeded to make the most unholy racket, en masse perforoming warfilm theme tunes (633, Battle of Britain, River Kwai, Geat Escape etc) as well as the Marseillaise, Jerusalem, Land of Hope, plus assorted other tomfoolery.

I was completely freaked out by this - even Dad was blasting away. Me and the "grown ups" had to charge around barking and running in and out of the marquee. Madness

Today though it's been a much quieter day as we all helped take down the tents and stuff. I mainly helped by walking to the middle of any tent canvas that was being folded up to stop it blowing away. I was, I have to admit, also very grey again, from my habit of diving under oily car engines. The joke went round that Dad had trained me to do this and would clean your sump for a quid.

Now though, we're all home and I have been shampoo'd AGAIN. Must be a record for the most baths in a week

It's been a gas , but now I'm tired oput, and could sleep for a week

Deefs zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz