Well after the post I made Thursday, at the event, saying that it wasnt that great and we'd be heading home soon, it turned out we had only seen part of it. They had all the interesting stuff hidden away at the back. I thought it unusal that they had very few stalls dealing with livestock items. I wasnt happy until I saw a stall to do with a milking machine. I saw two after the post I made. The reason for the milking machine thing dates back to the first time I went to a ploughing championships (which was also the last time). I was only young and I did nothing but collect pampflets, I had two bags full coming home with me. Everything was going fine until I entered a stall for milking machines. I saw no freestanding leaflets so I asked a man there for "any auld literature on the milking machines". The man took it all very seriously even though he was talking to an 11 year old. He said "Well what had you in mind... there are many parts to a milking machine... is there any specific part you had an interest in?" I wasnt prepared to answer a question on something I hadnt a clue about, so just ran away with my 2 pampflet laden bags swinging wildly behind me. So without seeing a milking machine, it just wouldnt be a ploughing championships.
It turned out to be excellent anyway, and the weather stayed clear, if somewhat cold. I nearly got to see Joe Duffy but we got to the RTE tent too early for Live Line. There were a lot of farmers there with vicious looking scars. A lot of girls attended, a lot of girls playing in the mud too :) Of course there was also the pub tents, which were completely thronged! Richie Kavanagh had his own tent, and my final post on the day will be dedicated to this, later.
We left at about 7:30 and the traffic flow was fantastic. Fair play to the organisers, there wasn't a problem either arriving or leaving. Things were so quite on the roads to it that we thought we had taken a wrong turn. Its a pity the organisers couldnt run the country though. We met the "Celtic Tiger" again on the way back from Port Laois, and boy was he pissed. We were stuck in a 10 mile backlog of cars, delaying us for over an hour. We found out eventually that it was because of a funeral in one of those famous little villages dotted along the Cork Dublin Road... you know the main, national, primary, express road of Ireland. Jesus how I wished it was that Bertie Cunt in the coffin getting buried. He needs to do this country a favor and choke on a big fat daddy cock. With all the money and power and all that other shite thought we had for the last few years, you think they could have built some sort of road between the two major cities of Ireland. This country is fucked!