Several more Wallies than usual have been in Maldon today. I am resigned to the fact that I live in a very strange place. The other day I saw a man walking along wearing a top hat, bow tie, wellie boots and a hi-vis jacket and no one batted an eyelid. Strange hats are common in this town.
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| Mud Race |
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| Mud Race |
Today, however, was the Maldon Mud Race, where every wierdo from miles around decides that what our town is offering might be fun. Not only do they think that racing through a load of horrible sticky, smelly mud into some freezing cold water, uphill through some more stinky mud that reaches to their armpits, back through the cold water and downhill through even more fetid mud is fun but they do it in costume.
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| Smurfs and Stormtroopers |
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| Wicked Witch of the West |
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| Where's Wally |
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| Where's Wally? |
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| Nice Day for a White Wedding? |
I'm sure that the rugby playing idiots who invented the race think this is Mud Race Light and I agree it is not as much fun to watch as it used to be when it was on Boxing Day, in the freezing cold. For a few years now I have been unable to get my annual fix of watching grown men cry. On a lovely sunny day, like today, though the Prom was packed and the collection buckets were getting heavy and it will probably make the national news, which I don't think the fire I spotted in the distance will.
I'm sure the winner has won before and is a local. A race as mad as this should be won be a resident of this insane asylum.
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| The Winner - Mr Hesky-Jones? |
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