Well, 1 day on from the last entry and it's been an interesting day.
Checked my email about 10 o'clock this morning, and a glint must have appeared in my eye. Showing as unread, I saw not 1, not 2, but 3 replies from the emails sent out yesterday to potential corporate sponsors. Eagerly, I opened the first one, unsure as to what was going to be inside. As the pixels revealed themselves I was greeted with a message from a mobile phone company (name diguised to avoid potential legal issues), "M3". They were wishing me the very best of luck in the rally, but unfortunately their parents were unmarried at the time of conception, and showed what tight bastards they truly are.
The heart has sunk ever so slightly, but still 2 more unread messages. Both from the sign writers whom I had contacted with a deal of sorts. One from their head office, one from the local guys. Makes sense, the first confirming it can be done, with the second giving appointment times and dates for a chat. Thats what my optimistic little voices were telling me. It transpires that the first was a very simple no, but the local guys were more than happy to do the work at market rate. Bastards.
Gruff turned up and saw the car for the first time (well he seen photo's but this was the first time in the metal). To say he believes it to be camp is a little understated. Within 30 minutes he's phoned his bosses Mum up, advised that her son likes children and he should part with some cash as he's a tight git. 2 minutes later, the boss has rung him back and offered us sponsorship. Maybe I should phone M3 back and tell them that they like young boys, see if they re-consider?
Oh well, that done I figured it was time to give the inside a quick scrub up and vacuum. Wandered out the back to the car, inserted keys into lock, central locking undone fine, door opened - "BEEEEEEP BEEEEEEP BEEEEEEP BEEEEEEP BEEEEEEP BEEEEEEP BEEEEEEP BEEEEEEP BEEEEEEP BEEEEEEP BEEEEEEP BEEEEEEP " bloody alarm will not shut up. I've had to take the battery off to keep the neighbours happy. Anyway, it's now vacuumed and in theory got some stains out.
Retail therapy is called for at this point so done a bit of other shopping but bought some gay satin purple ties for Gruff and myself for the launch. Figured neither of us had a tent, so went online and found B&Q got an end of season sale on all camping equiptment. Cracking. Went to B&Q to see some ground sheets and sleeping bags but not a single sodding tent. "Sorry mate, we sold them". Pratt.
Bit of a crap day, but then checked out eBay, found a dirty great 9 man tent (for the 2 of us) for £40 with no bids on ending in 4 minutes. Sorted. We've got that paid for so something good came out of today.
Further updates coming soon.
Savage
Tuesday 31 August 2010
Monday 30 August 2010
241 Days, 9 hours & 49 minutes to go...
"Tell you what, if the fella doesn't turn up, I'll give you £200 for it."
That was the sentence that started it all. A simple few words.
That was nearly a month ago. I'm now staring out of my window looking at a 16 year old untaxed, un-mot'd, purple Ford Escort convertible with a smile.
I've given it a polish and a wax, a little bit of love and a name already. You have to name your cars, it's not the law but it bloody well should be. Anyway, Juliette is the name of this particular racing pedigree Dagenham dog. The name came easily as I already have a lighter colour purple 'scort convertible called Julian (apologies to those named Julian, but it's a very gay name for a very gay car). Juliette just seemed apt for the new one. I've taken out the pot purri that had filled the door pockets and boot (yes, honestly it was in there) and it's now back to how ford intended it to look ish. There's no stereo in there at the moment, well, there is but it's in the boot waiting for me to get off my arse and find it a cage to sit in, but as far as I know, the speakers work. There's a tear in the driver bolster and it's done a lap of the milometer so it's trying to convince me it's only done 18K but that a fib. It's been used more than a drunken porn starlet. I don't know if it's an original feature but theres a little rainbow sewn into the passenger seat which hints towards the homosexualness of the rest of the car.
In approximately 241 days and a handful of hours, this currently unroadworthy beast that Im glancing at will be at the startline of a Sky & ITV televised 3,000 mile rally across Europe. Hopefully, in approximately 245 days it will be back in England still running. I've just paid for myself and my welsh co-halfwit to enter the ScumRun. Previously known as scumball rally it's in it's 6th year. I've never done anything remotely similar before and the little angel on my right shoulder keeps reminding me it's for a childrens charity and I'm a good person for doing this. The devil on my left shoulder keeps telling me it's a 4 day bender in foreign parts with no wife to tell me off. Whichever I listen to, I'm now in it til the end.
The aim of ScumRun is (apart from have a bloody good laugh) to race cars worth less than £500 across the continent and raise money for a UK childrens charity.
I've filled in the application form on line and it asked for a team name. This I hadnt expected so I scratched my head and text my mate Gruff (real name Gareth but Gruff seemed to stick). "Looking at the car mate, it's got to be camper than camp". The accelerator doesnt seem to sit right, so we dubbed ourselves "The Floppy Throttles"
I've written to quite a few companies today requesting that they throw money my way to get their logo / website / picture (anything really) on the vehicle as cheap advertising and hopefully someone will want to help out. Anything from a fiver to a grand will be gratefully received.
At the end of the rally, Juliette will be hunting for a new home so is going on eBay with final profits going to charity as well.
I'm intending to update on here on a regular basis so if you want to, please throw comments in and give us some stick or praise, feel free. In the meantime, I'm going to try and sort out some purple suits so we look like a proper set of idiots :)
Savage
That was the sentence that started it all. A simple few words.
That was nearly a month ago. I'm now staring out of my window looking at a 16 year old untaxed, un-mot'd, purple Ford Escort convertible with a smile.
I've given it a polish and a wax, a little bit of love and a name already. You have to name your cars, it's not the law but it bloody well should be. Anyway, Juliette is the name of this particular racing pedigree Dagenham dog. The name came easily as I already have a lighter colour purple 'scort convertible called Julian (apologies to those named Julian, but it's a very gay name for a very gay car). Juliette just seemed apt for the new one. I've taken out the pot purri that had filled the door pockets and boot (yes, honestly it was in there) and it's now back to how ford intended it to look ish. There's no stereo in there at the moment, well, there is but it's in the boot waiting for me to get off my arse and find it a cage to sit in, but as far as I know, the speakers work. There's a tear in the driver bolster and it's done a lap of the milometer so it's trying to convince me it's only done 18K but that a fib. It's been used more than a drunken porn starlet. I don't know if it's an original feature but theres a little rainbow sewn into the passenger seat which hints towards the homosexualness of the rest of the car.
In approximately 241 days and a handful of hours, this currently unroadworthy beast that Im glancing at will be at the startline of a Sky & ITV televised 3,000 mile rally across Europe. Hopefully, in approximately 245 days it will be back in England still running. I've just paid for myself and my welsh co-halfwit to enter the ScumRun. Previously known as scumball rally it's in it's 6th year. I've never done anything remotely similar before and the little angel on my right shoulder keeps reminding me it's for a childrens charity and I'm a good person for doing this. The devil on my left shoulder keeps telling me it's a 4 day bender in foreign parts with no wife to tell me off. Whichever I listen to, I'm now in it til the end.
The aim of ScumRun is (apart from have a bloody good laugh) to race cars worth less than £500 across the continent and raise money for a UK childrens charity.
I've filled in the application form on line and it asked for a team name. This I hadnt expected so I scratched my head and text my mate Gruff (real name Gareth but Gruff seemed to stick). "Looking at the car mate, it's got to be camper than camp". The accelerator doesnt seem to sit right, so we dubbed ourselves "The Floppy Throttles"
I've written to quite a few companies today requesting that they throw money my way to get their logo / website / picture (anything really) on the vehicle as cheap advertising and hopefully someone will want to help out. Anything from a fiver to a grand will be gratefully received.
At the end of the rally, Juliette will be hunting for a new home so is going on eBay with final profits going to charity as well.
I'm intending to update on here on a regular basis so if you want to, please throw comments in and give us some stick or praise, feel free. In the meantime, I'm going to try and sort out some purple suits so we look like a proper set of idiots :)
Savage
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