By the miracle of time travel, or, possibly enthusiasm, the October copy of the TGO magazine plopped into the mailbox this morning. (Its a good job it didnt come through the letterbox like the Backpackers Club magazine or superdawg would have ripped it to bits - must have a word with the new postman...)
As a result of this, I've just this minute finished the arduous task of completing the application form for the 2010 TGO Challenge.
Some readers will appreciate that should I survive till next May, AND I manage to walk the 200 miles or so across the middle of Scotland without cheating or taking my dog (who will be howling at home and ripping up Readers Digest competitions) - this will be my tenth TGO Challenge and, like John Manning and many others before me, I will be a TGO Leg End.
I will then be accepted into the Inner Chamber of the TGO Challenge wotsit thingy and be party to such arcane secrets as what happens underneath Cameron McNeish's kilt, the proper pronunciation of Feughside and how to spell Ruaigh teAicthean.... Rooooar Chearrchain... Rudiepart Challenger.. or whatever it is. And what it is about Ardbeg thats so fabby whizz...
Anyway, I also automatically get a place (I think so anyway) - so to all you non-foreigners who don't have an 18 year old Swedish disabled teenager to accompany you - Hah! You'll just have to take your chances. There's always the stand-by list for you my friends.... But not for me. No, my friends, not for me! hah! In fact (evil laugh) hah hah hah hah ha! (getting a bit manic now...)
Tommorrow Lochailort and the day..after.... probably Glenfinnan or Loch Beoraid... but eventually The World! Yes! Oh, the power of it all!!!!
But lets not provide a reasonable estimate of our weight in poultry till all the properly fertilised eggs are hatched.
But on the other hand there is cause for celebration.
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Earwigo earwigo earwigooooo