The Eagle… A study in K2 crew harmony

So round two of what has become locally and fondly known as Hurricane Bawbag (Bawbag being Scots for Scrotum)has passed through. In its aftermath K2′s were scattered to the four corners of the Jardin Du Beaujolais. Cortisone’s K1 escaped unscathed, although there was an interesting collection of tiles sticking neatly in the ground all around it. It was like it had been used by an accomplished and enthusiastic knife thrower for practice.

So what heroics has Beaujolais been up to. At the height of the storm on Tuesday night the Brave Beaujolais took to his bed armed with 2 bottles of COOP Merlot- conspicuous because of the cheapness of their purchase. Whilst under the covers, Beaujolais watched a film.

The Eagle…. A simple story…

Roman soldier goes to Britain to regain family honour.
Gets wounded in heroic encounter with revolting Britons.
Survives, just. Then saves heroic Ancient Briton (Billy Elliot) from death in the Gladitorial arena.
Billy Elliot then becomes his Romans Slave, helps his recovery and is impressed by Romans Character.
Roman and Billy Elliot go to Scotland to get lost Legions Eagle (The Jocks had nicked it- its bit like the turf at Wembley, most Gardens in Glasgow claim there grass came from Wembley).
Journey is a bit of an epic, a bit like the route the coach parties of Yorkshire pensioners take when they visit Scotland.
Roman and Billy Elliot fall into hands of Jocks. Billy Elliot saves Roman by claiming that the Roman is in fact his slave. The roles are now reversed. Interesting I hear you gasp.
Roman a tad peeved.
However Billy Elliot has been playing a clever game and at last moment, releases Roman, they recover Eagle, and run home to England, chased by angry Jocks. Family honour is saved. Roman releases Billy Elliot from Slavery and they become friends and equal partners.

Is it just me, but should this become essential viewing for all Marathon K2 crews as a case study in crew harmony.

More Worringly for Antony (my K2 partner for DW 2012)I sent him a text last night, and just as I pressed send, realised I had place a kiss (X) by my name at the end. Panicked,, Frenzied, Frantic Fumbling followed. I managed to turn the phone off just prior to the complete transmission. I managed on switching phone back on to delete message and send again. I do not think our partnership is quite at that point yet. But who knows… if we make Westminster and claim our own Eagle… what heights this partnership can achieve.