But, as you may agree, we did our best in difficult circumstances and succeeded in making complete idiots of ourselves in true style.
For the record, Trev lost the mud wrestling (held in a purpose built pit) in a shamefully quick 15 second round. We were going to go for best of three but it was 5am, we were very tired and emotional, and Trevor realised he would be thrashed.
In other highlights, Trev lit a roaring fire under the piano players chair and tied a bemused couple to a pole (much to the amusement of the security guards - no really, they took pictures and laughed).
Ruth joined the suicide sports club (no bungee jumping or cliff skiing sadly) and took part in the world's first four-man wheelie bin downhill roll and the two-man piggy-back child's-tricycle hill dash which ended with synchronised diving into the stream. The tricycle was unhurt.
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What fun that sounds
Posted by: Tom | August 08, 2007 at 10:43 AM
Trev looks like a tall nineteenth century urchin (just Mr Mudds not Mr Grimes) and Ruth like a greenpeace mud warrior attack force. Mr Mudds meets enchanted Mud Fairy.
Looks great fun.
That person behind you in the distance has just emerged from a snooze - me?
Posted by: David | August 07, 2007 at 01:48 PM
Posted by: George | August 07, 2007 at 10:57 AM