The team is back in town. As Frank Sinatra might have sung "Cardiff is my kind of Town" and we could not have had a better start. I realise i am tempting fate by writing this (incidentally, i am writing this on my tv in my hotel room - how cool is that) but the troops arrived in town at 3:30 and after a quick orientation session got straight into getting all the delegate bags packed, and a task that ws supposed to take forever only took a moment and with Chris in charge and Mark dancing to the Bollywood music (don't ask-really don't. i think i my need therapy) it was a bit like an episode of the A Team. A quick music break, an oxyacetalene torch and Mr T shouting "I ain't gettin' in no plane fool" and we were done. For Mr T I would ask regular delegates to imagine Mr Harrap in this role.
But hark, the hour fast approacheth when merriment and bonding shall begin. The ABO is off to paint the town a fetching shade of vermillion.
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