Fergus 2007

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There are now two threads regarding Fergus. Piccies and this one, so I shall report here. Firstly Barclay was not here. That's a shame he was missed, next year Chris.

Please note I've been disallowed by her majesty to purchase more kilts so I went with my Maple leaf CCK (of course) and my Dessert Camo Freedom Kilt. I would at this point like to indicate that there were only two kilt makers at MacHummel (Pete of CCK). They are both SOKS both know and understand my ban on new kilts.
Using my logic, I figure my wife did not ban me from buying accessories so with that I took it as permission to order two custom ranger belts and 2 braided sporran straps - one each in oxblood and black. On top of this one of Roberts Tasmanian Devil sporrans in oxblood. I figure the high quality leather work from RKilts would perfectly compliment my CCK Maple leaf and in doing so raise me above the other ML wearers around me, garnering me the opportunity to steal away kilt checks from the less dapper one.
Now that the rabble is following my logic might, at this point, quote "The best laid plans of mice-like men..." With a busy schedule, dyeing colour match problems and the fact that Robert doesn't really like me, Robert was only able to make for me my oxblood ranger belt (sheer perfection and top quality I might add). In sensing my despondent look on my face Robert said "Here come with me..." You see Robert knows I admire his leather kilts ever since whenever this old geezer shows up at a SOKS event wearing his leather kilts I KNOW he's flocked, no swarmed, by a bevy of beauties just having to touch his leather work leaving standing alone with tears in my beer. As an apology for not having my belts or sporran done he proceeds to wrap a gorgeous black leather Rkilt around me. It's on consignment so he figured there's no harm in me walk around for five to ten minutes in it, who knows I might even get checked.
Within micro seconds of shedding my Freedom Kilt for this one and strolling to the front of the booth, I sense eyes from all over checking me out. Did I mention that I met Robert wonderful and charming father Henk? Henk does not know about my ban and goes in for the hard sell. With respect to Henk, his promise of dozens of kilt checks and at how handsome I looked (please, I already know this ) was a waste of breath as the price that Robert accidently mentioned and the feel of leather sold me before the third buckle was even cinched home.
I pretty much lived in that kilt all weekend.
If anyone has pics please send them to me for my scathing review .

Let us return to the games. On friday night those SOKS in attendance were McMurdo, Canuck, MacHummel, Kilted Stewert, Hunting McLeod's own fiddler Corey, Corey's friend Rob and myself. the day pretty much consisted in drinking, backbacon and drinking. In the evening we decided to catch the featured performance in the the local beer tent forget the name of the band but I was chuffed in the fact that I kept sneaking beer past the ever vigilant security using the attached tool straps on my new kilt. Later that evening, this quite innebreat..., inebreeted..., drunk reporter received what amounted to a ten minute kilt check at the campsite next door. It was under the guise of seeing how this wonderful kilt was constructed until her husband pipes up "Yes, but is regimental?" I was contemplating this question long as hard as I don't actually recall serving in the military, just then I felt a glancing hand on my left buttock. I shall now take the moment of celebrating with the rest of the rabble about the fact that I got checked. The rest of the evening is pretty much a blur except I recall very jealous McMurdo mentioning to a large, drinking, kilted Scotsman that I was "English and in a leather kilt". The responce was "Aye, he's nothing but a big women then!"
You see all these people are jealous of a a leather RKilt!
I passed out shortly after this.