Right! First off we've decided to do God Hates Tyres a week later than originally planned. Unforseen* commitments mean we really could do with an extra week to get the thing organised, plus Dash for the Cash was postponed and it was a great success so from now on we're going to stick with that formula and do everything a week later than planned. This means the official carved-in-stone ( I spent ages changing the flyer so I'm not doing it again ) date is now FRIDAY 19th of JUNE but if you can't wait that long this years bandwagoneering event at the Smithfield Nocturne is a longest skid comp** on Sat.6th so good luck with the surfaces down there, if you can find one of those big puddles of blood and offal that are usually left over from the morning meat market I'd suggest you ride through it a few times to ease your passage over all the cracks and pot-holes.
I personally could do with the extra week to stop thinking about courier events or tee shirts, last night I even had a dream about an All**cat. Not racing in one but organising one. In the dream I was meeting up with checkpoint helpers, the glitterati of the London scene, in somewhere that looked a bit like Clerkenwell, which was a bit strange because the race was supposed to be starting in the popular courier hangout of Mayfair!?! It turned out the All**cat was starting in 15 minutes and I'd done nothing*** I had no checkpoints worked out, no theme, no spokecards I didn't even have a pen and paper. I suggested we change it to sprints instead of an All**cat but one of my helpers Tom Crowe ( who's always popping up in my dreams to ruin things ) went fucking apeshit, saying everyone was expecting a proper race with checkpoints and it was too late to go changing it all now. In the end I decided to make all the checkpoints Theatres or Cinemas, you had to race round them in any order picking up flyers for the shows which would double as proof you'd been to the checkpoint and you could keep them as spokecards at the end. I wish the real me was as resourceful as the dream me. I woke up before the race had finished but I'm pretty sure no one got hurt.
To get away from it for a while I've decided to go to the biggest courier event in Europe this year. At least at the ECMC I won't be the one worrying about problems... I'm going to be one of the problems.
*Forgotten about.
**You would've thought they'd learn their lesson about cultural scavenging when Jos D-Locked the organiser at the Courier Race two years ago.
***In real life this would only be acceptable if the event was Millportpoloco.
