After weeks of build up and excitement the event that URC has been eagerly anticipating took place
yesterday at the York Rally. But while all that was going on an event soon to be lost down the back
of the sofa of history also took place - the first URC chat room was hosted outside the food tent
using revolutionary liveware based acousto-optic networking protocols.
Host Arthur set up at the food tent with a healthy carbo loading plate of steak and kidney pie,
chips and tomato ketchup (in reverse order of portion size) and two covert URC signs. We sat and
reminisced about old times until half an hour later a big yellow banana carrying a CTC regulation
moustache and trailing a massive National Cycle Network flag shot across the peripheral vision and
parked in the marquee wall. Just zis Guy we (pretended not to) Know had arrived in Stinger style.
The conversation drifted briefly to P*** S**** but was bravely snatched back to normality (?) just
before the soap boxes were unpacked. Another half an hour and Carol Hague joined the chat room. She
was rapidly followed by Just zis Family you know who added to the weird and wonderful collection of
JzGyk bikes with a (whisper it) non-dark-side triplet. All had been rescued from their normal
parking place in JzGyk's kitchen and carried to York on the long suffering MDG driven strictly
within the speed limits to ensure JzGyk fell asleep at the wheel.
Conversation drifted to baggy lycra and a collection was started to buy the
PSF some b**s****s from the remainders bins but quickly abandoned through lack of courage. Finally
Carol's partner Rob came on-line to bring the chat room to its final count before Arthur, having
finished all his food, had to go for his tea.
Overall a great success - flame guns were kept holstered, ad hominen attacks stayed non-physical and
t***p*ts was mentioned only once.
Tony
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