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"The Bitches Rodeo was the last time, maybe the only time I really wanted to punch someone - strong stuff that Tequila - the party was more hardcore than the paddling!" name witheld

"...and somehow I ended up sitting on The Big Bitch, judging. I had never even entered a rodeo before." owen

"I have vague recollections of turning up at midnight after a 5 1/2 hour drive from hell from Surrey with the last 80 miles or so in impenetrable fog and no white lines on the road. My mate had demolished half a case of Fosters by the time we got there and I caught up very quickly. There was lots of bongo bashing and didgeridooing 'til about 3am, after which I somehow managed to get my tent up in the rain - albeit in the middle of the adventure playground, as I discovered the next morning! All in all a very accomodating place - they didn't even make me move the tent! Seal

"I will always remember surfing the wave for the first time. I sat there, and the boat - a Crossfire - just sat there and surfed up and down with the swell. A RIB was surfing alongside and we exchanged a nod of recognition. Soon after, the RIB broke off the wave and the current swung it broadside to me. It as almost on top of me and I capsized to let my hull take the force (and out of sheer panic!). I felt the first bang, and a second as the RIB bobbed with the swell. I could hear the engine ticking over and waited to feel when the prop would get me. It all went quiet and I was out of my boat, lungs bursting. After a few minutes of faffing and getting back in, I thought I'd got off lightly, only to be told that it was a Jet Boat - no propellor. The boat had two lovely white stripes of hull paint across its blue plastic Matt