APAT WCOAP Main Event: Day1b Live Update

[TightEnd]

On Day 1a 212 runners played down to 27 survivors


Day1b on Sunday from 2.30pm. Sold out, and the day"s play today is repeated by another 200+ runners on



for us organisers!


List of runners below

[Chipaccrual]

Akindele, Oluwashola
Aldred, Dean
Allnutt, Adam
Amos, Shaun
Atkinson, Lee
Bailey, Robert
Baker, Richard
Barber, James
Barber, Vivienne
Barsley, Mark
Bedi, Rupinder
Blacklaw, David
Boswell, Peter
Bresser (Holland), Jan Roel
Bricknell, Michelle
Briggs, Harry
Briggs, Mark
Brown, Stephen
Bulman, Robert
Butler, Dave
Camsell, Jon
Cardoso, Thomas
Carr-Hill, Joe
Cash (N Ireland), Gareth
Chauhan, Ritesh
Chudasama, Amar
Coates, Eric
Cohen, Maurice
Coleman, Martyn
Colls, Philip
Constantine, Lee
Cooper, Mitchel
Cowley, Richard
Coxon, Wayne
Crowe, Raymond
Cullen, Barrie
Cunningham-Brown, Andrew
Cunningham-Brown, Caroline
Darby, Jon
Delacoe, Gary
Derbyshire, Gareth
McShane, Lee
De-vanney, William
Etches, Lynne
Evans, Graham
Fallon, David
Fenwick, Warren
Fernandes, Jeldon
Ferry, Neil
Fry, Gareth
Gale, Michael Charles
Gandon, Kevin
Garrard, Robert
Godfrey, Neil
Gorton, Graham
Green, Gary
Hall, Norman
Hallam, Glenn
Harland, Brian
Hartigan, Brian
Hayward, Suzanne
Heath, Andy
Heathfield, Mark
Herbert, Dylan
Hibberd, Christopher
Hilton, Stuart
Holmes, Michael
Hopkinson, Michael
Horne, Patrick
Howes, Jack
Humphris, Nicholas
Hunter, Ian
Hutchinson, Ky
Iwaniak, Linda
Iwaniak, Richard
Jefferies, Paul
Jeffrey, James
Jeffrey, Tristan
Johnson, Craig
Johnson, Dayle
Johnson, Kathryn
Johnson, Nigel
Jones (El Donko), Andrew
Jones (Roobarb007), Andrew
Kan, Gavin
Kelly, Mark
Kilbey, Ryan
Kilsby, Daniel
Kruis (Holland), Max
Laidlaw, Rory
Lang, Andrew
Lawlor, Simon
Leamon, Andrew
Ledger, Curtis
Llewellyn, David
Lo Cicero (Italy), Marco
Logan, Don
Long, Martin
Lynn, John
Mack, Jonathan
Mail, Simon
Manson (Scotland), Louis
Marheineke, Terry
Martin, Brian
Mason (England), Charles
Mcbride, Kenneth
McCarthy, Colin
McDaid, John
McFadden, Mark
McGuinness (Wales), Paul
McKenzie, Clark
McMartin, Paul
McVean, Gordon
Mead, Karen
Mehta, Vikrum
Metcalfe, Gary
Michael, Matt
Mildon, Philip
Milner, Richard
Moore, Darren
Morgan, David
Mower, Alan
Murray (Rep of Ireland), John
Newman, James
Newton, Emma
Oakley, Terry
Oliver, Stephen
Oneil, Jon
O"Prey (N Ireland), Colin
Osborne, Stuart
Patel, Minal
Peers, Chris
Petrillo, Vito
Pilgrim, Carl
Pillinger, Stuart
Pitchford, Paul
Potter, David
Prime, Martyn
Ragusi, Gianluca
Read, Duane
Redfern (England), Steve
Rice (N Ireland), Martin
Richardson, Gary
Ridley, Kev
Roberts, Steve
Robinson, David
Robinson, Paul
Robinson, Steven
Ross, Antony
Rowe, Sean
Rowland, Derek
Rudling-Smith (Wales), Richard
Russell, Dennis
Russell, Matt
Rutland, Brad
Ryerson, Tim
Sadler, Brian
Salisbury, Philip
Sanderson, Charles
Santoro, Gabrielle
Scott, Andrew
Shallis, Darren
Shalson, Ralph
Sheils, Matthew
Sheils, Richard
Shutt, Kevin
Sieder, Martin
Sillick, Neil
Smith, James
Smith, Shaun
Smyth, Gerard
Smyth, Gerard
Spinks, Daniel
Stephens, Jason
Stephenson, Darren
Stepney, Simon
Steuart-Feilding, Thomas
Stevenson, Richard
Stoker, Kevin
Storey, Alan
Sutherland, James
Sykes, David
Thompson, Ian
Thorpe, Matthew
Thursfield, Daniel
Tiik, Vaino
Tompkinson, Philip
Underhill, Darren
Wade, David
Walker, Jon
Wells, Damian
Williams, Darren
Willmore, Michael
Wills, Graham
Wilson, Iain
Winter, Peter
Winterbottom, Patrick
Wood, Tod
Yates (England), Brian
Yeardley, John

[TightEnd]

Correct list!

See you Sunday afternoon!

[TightEnd]

Good morning and welcome to DTD for Day1b. It may be grey and rainy outside but it"s bright and sunny in my heart, and we"re raring to go for a 2.30pm start


Today we will play until 6:39 left of Level 12, in line with yesterday

[ian.ski309]

Did you have to milk the cows this morning Tighty ?  

[TightEnd]

Did you have to milk the cows this morning Tighty ?  

I got locked out of my room wearing only a towel.

[Waz1892]

It"s like Cup Final morning...soooo excited.

Good luck to everyone playing today.  

[pables]

It"s like Cup Final morning...soooo excited.

Good luck to everyone playing today.  

My sentiments too!

Good luck all

[TightEnd]

My landlady is a very pleasant hostess, and her breakfasts are to die for.

Yesterday morning, replete with bacon and toast, she asked me a propos of nothing

"If you are getting in late, I can always bring you some breakfast to your room tomorrow?"

I jumped at the chance of breakfast in bed, told her what I would like, we agreed on 9am and last night, returning to my room slightly earlier than the night before at 2.15am, I fell into slumber knowing that I would awake to the wafting of breakfast at the end of the bed.

Fast forward nearly seven hours and I must be in a deep sleep. I wake with a start at a banging noise on my door

"Richard, Richard!"

I am disorientated, you know that happens sometimes when you are sleeping in an unfamiliar place

I composed myself

"Yes?" I answered at the door

"I have your breakfast, shall I come in?"


This was slighty difficult as I was sleeping without my customary Harrods Pyjamas, monogrammed with APAT's insignia.

I stuttered

"C-C-C-an you leave it outside please, I will pick it up when I am dressed?"

"OK then" came the cheery reply of the lady, no doubt already up for five hours.

Now at this point dear reader, I no doubt should have got dressed. Trousers at least. Maybe a T-Shirt.

But no. No indeed. FML.

I decided in my half awake state to wrap a large bathroom towel around my midriff, and open the door to pick up the breakfast.


I opened the door. The Breakfast tray was to the side of the door, just out of reach.

Now at this point dear reader, I no doubt should have gone and got my room key.

But No. No indeed. FML.

I decided to hold the door open with one foot, whilst reaching down to pick up the tray, dressed only in a towel.

I am of course built for gymnastics, indeed  i represented my country in the Parallel Bars in the Moscow Olympics, so a breakfast tray held no fears to me.

I reached out, one foot in the air holding the door open, both hands outstretched. I unbalanced, and found myslef on all fours in the guest house corridor, staring at a pot of tea, wearing a towel..but with the door slammed shut behind me.

It is quite difficult to retain one"s sang froid when on all fours in a hotel corridor wearing nothing but a towel.


Now then, what to do?

Eat Breakfast and think about it later? The thought crossed my mind.

Knock on another room and get them to ring the Farmhouse kitchen? No, the thought did not cross my mind

I decided to tiptoe to the guest house entrance and Peek Out. After all, no doubt I could attract the attention of a passing chicken or Cow. FML.

I opened the guest house door. I let out a plaintive "Hello...." the word losing itself on the breeze of an Autumnal August morning.

I tried again, at which point the 4-5 year old son looked up from his play on what appeared to be a ride-on tractor

"Excuse me" I proferred politely "Can you get your mum?"

He walked towards me, and I feared the worst

My fears were confirmed when he came up to me, looked at my bare top half and said

"Why?"

I explained, and he ran off giggling.

A couple of minutes later Ruth returned smiling. She brushed passed me with the efficiency of a hotelier of some distinction used the master key to open my door and, a cruel touch this I thought, held the door open for me to walk past back into my room. As I sat down on my bed again, she carried the tray in, set it down on the table and wandered out.

I was sure I caught the sotto voce tell tale "Tut" as she did so

Breakfast was very nice indeed.

[Chipaccrual]

Good morning and welcome to DTD for Day1b. It may be grey and rainy outside but it"s bright and sunny in my heart, and we"re raring to go for a 2.30pm start


Today we will play until 6:39 left of Level 12, in line with yesterday

+1

[Mikeyboy9361]

Did you have to milk the cows this morning Tighty ?  

I got locked out of my room wearing only a towel.

Good job there was no stray Bull, wandering about  

[NellieG]

I can see this being a regular place to stay when you are in Nottingham Tighty, you are really getting to know the farmer"s wife well! Love your stories. Have a nice day!

[sharky_uk]

Is Jack still in?

[SirPercival]

My landlady is a very pleasant hostess, and her breakfasts are to die for.

Yesterday morning, replete with bacon and toast, she asked me a propos of nothing

"If you are getting in late, I can always bring you some breakfast to your room tomorrow?"

I jumped at the chance of breakfast in bed, told her what I would like, we agreed on 9am and last night, returning to my room slightly earlier than the night before at 2.15am, I fell into slumber knowing that I would awake to the wafting of breakfast at the end of the bed.

Fast forward nearly seven hours and I must be in a deep sleep. I wake with a start at a banging noise on my door

"Richard, Richard!"

I am disorientated, you know that happens sometimes when you are sleeping in an unfamiliar place

I composed myself

"Yes?" I answered at the door

"I have your breakfast, shall I come in?"


This was slighty difficult as I was sleeping without my customary Harrods Pyjamas, monogrammed with APAT's insignia.

I stuttered

"C-C-C-an you leave it outside please, I will pick it up when I am dressed?"

"OK then" came the cheery reply of the lady, no doubt already up for five hours.

Now at this point dear reader, I no doubt should have got dressed. Trousers at least. Maybe a T-Shirt.

But no. No indeed. FML.

I decided in my half awake state to wrap a large bathroom towel around my midriff, and open the door to pick up the breakfast.


I opened the door. The Breakfast tray was to the side of the door, just out of reach.

Now at this point dear reader, I no doubt should have gone and got my room key.

But No. No indeed. FML.

I decided to hold the door open with one foot, whilst reaching down to pick up the tray, dressed only in a towel.

I am of course built for gymnastics, indeed  i represented my country in the Parallel Bars in the Moscow Olympics, so a breakfast tray held no fears to me.

I reached out, one foot in the air holding the door open, both hands outstretched. I unbalanced, and found myslef on all fours in the guest house corridor, staring at a pot of tea, wearing a towel..but with the door slammed shut behind me.

It is quite difficult to retain one"s sang froid when on all fours in a hotel corridor wearing nothing but a towel.


Now then, what to do?

Eat Breakfast and think about it later? The thought crossed my mind.

Knock on another room and get them to ring the Farmhouse kitchen? No, the thought did not cross my mind

I decided to tiptoe to the guest house entrance and Peek Out. After all, no doubt I could attract the attention of a passing chicken or Cow. FML.

I opened the guest house door. I let out a plaintive "Hello...." the word losing itself on the breeze of an Autumnal August morning.

I tried again, at which point the 4-5 year old son looked up from his play on what appeared to be a ride-on tractor

"Excuse me" I proferred politely "Can you get your mum?"

He walked towards me, and I feared the worst

My fears were confirmed when he came up to me, looked at my bare top half and said

"Why?"

I explained, and he ran off giggling.

A couple of minutes later Ruth returned smiling. She brushed passed me with the efficiency of a hotelier of some distinction used the master key to open my door and, a cruel touch this I thought, held the door open for me to walk past back into my room. As I sat down on my bed again, she carried the tray in, set it down on the table and wandered out.

I was sure I caught the sotto voce tell tale "Tut" as she did so

Breakfast was very nice indeed.

[ x] crying laughing

[ x] makes the drive home last night worth it

[  ] please post pictures

[stone]

a large bathroom towel around my midriff

Please ascertain where said towels are from, as I err know someone who needs them