Delayed as ever, but I did promise to photoblog the return leg from NLLUG. I was going to title it “The search for Spork” but the joke would be lost on people that were not at the event.
After leaving the brilliant event, Bill and I had a secret squirrel meeting, followed by our trip to the ferry. And guess what, it was raining.
We arrived a the ferry early and true to form the weather gods noticed we had removed our helmets so the sun promptly came out. In, strapped up and to the bar. Then… a series of events that will forever be called “bingogate”

En route to NLLUG the ferry “entertainment” had attempted to run bingo and I was insistent that we partook this time. It was too surreal to not partake so Bill and I purchased our boards and it began. An Irishman, Scotsman and a bus load of Germans all in bingo battle.
Well, all in the name of taking the piss we eagerly awaited the rules and then the game began. And we won the first round!
Then we won the second.
Then we won the third.
Howls of disbelief and laughter from us two, and evil stares from the holiday makers on the other side. Of course, we collected our winnings. 90 quid of bar vouchers. There was another competition for people that bought various cocktails. Our roll was in full flow, so we systematically ordered and drank every cocktail on the bar list to collect tickets. Here is but a few…
And of course, we won. Statistically considering how many of the concoctions we were shoveling away it was a forgone conclusion. But still we howled again and took our prize. Another cocktail. Back to our rooms to shave tongues and get some sleep.
Arrive in Newcastle the following morning where it was raining for the first 2 hours of the trip home, followed by a dry spell and nightmare winds. Bill and I parted in Edinburgh and as he headed north I turned west to Glasgow and onto Stranraer. Ferry to Belfast city followed and as we approached, the view was not good.
So, for the final part of the trip, it chucked rain until I made it to my house. As Bill put it, the whole trip equated to sitting in a chair for 9 hours with someone hosing you with a fire extinguisher for the entire time. Good fun, great conference, good laughs, 650 miles and a very dirty, wet bike.
Will I do it again? Of course.