Moving pictures

Last weekend’s two-day show at Glamis provided additional time for idle chatter whilst the ice cold lager on Saturday evening lubricated the vocal chords and loosened the brain cells. It turns out that my decision to include a few ‘personality pages’ in the Scottish Championship books have gone down well especially with rally folk who might be unaware of who some of the stars were, especially the McRae sections with their previously unpublished pics of a couple of youngsters.

Anyway, that idea will continue into the next book which is underway. But there are two kinds of ‘moving pictures’, the poignant photographs and the motion pictures as in silent movies. That observation was prompted by something which is quite common these days and was all too prevalent and on show last weekend.

The warm weather had encouraged visitors to dispense with wellies, troosers and woolly jumpers. Instead, bystanders were treated to a rather unique minimal fashion show i.e. sandals, shorts and vests which meant there was an awfy lot of skin on show – only there wasn’t. Instead of skin there was a never ending stream of artwork, pictures and words passing by in a constant parade. Nope, not on celluloid, but on exposed skin. Never have a I seen such a display of tattoos. From full body coverings to patchwork quilts, sleeves and random splashes of colour where once a scrap of bare skin had previously been. Just watching this world pass by was reminiscent of the early cinema with their stop-motion silent movies.

Tempted as I was to take some surreptitious foties, I resisted but here are some pics of a possible alternative to the red van as personal transport. It was on a stand directly opposite me and I was sorely tempted to make an offer. It was a Panther m100 600cc single cylinder motor cycle with a rather large sidecar. Originally manufactured during the first half of the 20th century in Yorkshire, the bikes were considered ahead of their time in some respects but sadly went the way of traditional British manufacturers under the influx of Japanese machines in the 1960s.

Even so, it sat there all weekend staring at me through its single large eye on the front just begging me to bid. What stopped me? The thought of showing up with this back home and Lady Bunnet’s response to a Wallace and Gromit lifestyle transport choice.

Yup, just not brave enough.

So I’ll just stick with the Transit which will be heading to Dalbeattie on Saturday with the mobile ‘book-tique’ on board and four different titles for prospective purchasers to peruse. If you’re not there, there’s always on-line:

https://fife-motor-sports-agency.square.site/