The DrillerANT Whacky Races

Scottish Diamond Drilling Companies are going head to head in a good natured Go Karting tournament to raise cash for the Anthony Nolan Trust.

On Saturday 6th September at Raceland in East Lothian teams from Clyde Valley Drilling, Corecut and Holemasters will compete in a friendly fun competitive day.

Speculation about Ben Hur V2 is entirely down to Owens' chin(s), Finlay's toga propensity and Stan's equine affinity.

The question is: who will field Penelope Pitstop, will she show her Compact Pussycat and will Dick Dastardly get cored by Rufus and Sawtooth in the Buckywagon, while Muttley gets an expansion joint from the Bear in the Whitburn Chugabug.

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CVD Off Road Day

Much fun and hilarity was had by Clyde Valley Drilling clients and staff at the 2008 Off Road Day at Glenfarg. These pictures from CVD's John Carswell thankfull only feature the one of him in the tasty green overtrousers, or as Billy said: DIY incontinence pants.

John does regularily walk about with one hand clasped to his ear. Either to make the most of his mobile phone output due to advancing years or, to deflect attention from his favourite other attribute. O'TheBN.

Emma turned down the opportunity to model for the green plastic brigade but not so Leigh. And unfortunately it does make it look quite larger.

Whatevah Emmah you cool person you.

Wing Commander Barrett was glimpsed just the once in his fetching pink polo shirt. Chauffeur driven in a half-track all day to preserve delicate skin and dispensed encouragement at all times: complimentary or worse.

Neon was a late arrival due to searching for a pair of gucci green plastic trousers. While Uncle Bob had a pressing ball to attend to.


Later on someone let the farmers wives out on quads. Leigh and Emma also went and stopped in the Perthshire wilderness to look for sweeties.

A full search party was raised and they were found safe and became well again after an application of mars bars and coke.

Quarterback's Fish & Chips 2

Quarterback went once again in to fryer at Grand Fish & Chips in Glasgow went the increasing shower of IQ 's rovers plus some other concrete related hingers on. Meeting outside for a few safety alcohols meant we could watch the sudents wandering past in togas.

Andrea as usual stuck her tongue out at everything that moved in an attempt to gain attention: especially from men in short togas. Wise Mrs Carroll decided to use 3 safety pins to prevent any unfortunate repeat of events previously and bursting out of the shadows. Shame... & Dave the coder looks smashed after just sniffing the beermat.

Ewan from CVD Fire is absolutely ecstatic at not having to sit next to Bob, not so the case with #1 Techie P Sands. Dave's fine: 2 beermats and a strange export = happy happy.

Big Al the brown wizard is confident pear cider is a good idea, Ross contemplates whether he can persuade Lisa not to put him in the boot on the way home, while Roy the accountant looks soooo innocent.

John the ginger wizard and Alan the wizard from Rosyth went into chimpanzee mode after Bob revealed all about the secret toga parties at a national construction company that cannot be named. Bob has promised photographic evidence next time.

Big Al looks fairly cidered-up and quite techie next to scrubbed up and glamourous Ms Tracy Lott: who was late but made up for it with a gallon of chardonnaay and a 12 bore straw: marketing people.

Ewan Ogilvie (Alfred Molina's stunt double) had his usual position at the end of the table quite far from Bob yet still within throwing distance for sharp objects and verbal barbs. Notice how the stained glass lends an air of reverence and class to his sincere quaffing and nosebagging.

John the ginger wizard had a shiny fish with potatoes and leaves: it was pronounced quite expired and tasted excellent. Tracy had an issue with the fishy eyes, she reckoned they were checking her out but that might have been the second gallon de chardonaay.

Andrea consumed vast quantities of italian (red) and by this time couldn't really care if Wee John arrived in tracky B's or just his edible thong. Mrs Carroll as normal after similar quantities of fish & alchohol checks the safety pins for security.

Sensual rubbing of the extremities is apparently quite comforting at times like that and while expressing milk: Andrea takes note for maybe next year.

And the final thoughts are left to chairman Barrett, or ZafodWiTwaHeeds as he is here pictured. One is cute, shiny and cherubic with a halo - the other evil twin is slightly less so.
Safety Beers!!!!