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OK. So everyone has got rid of their cars and is on their way back to Istanbul. After finally being able to get I lie in, me, Marnie and Gears start organising the awards ceremony for later.
The hotel has a big breakfast room downstairs which we quickly take over. "We'll use it from 6-8pm" they're told. We don't leave until way past nine and have rearranged their tables and used their kitchen as a dressing room in the meantime. Falcon the fabled fixer is on hand and given the task of getting us a PA. He eventually finds us one for £120 for a couple of hours! We um and ah, but go for it and in the end it's the right decision - it gives the evening a proper professional feel. The markets, allies and stall of Istanbul around the hotel make fertile hunting ground and we pick up all sorts of rubbish for the awards. Rick 'n' Nick had already got most of it, but things had happened along the way and 'spot prizes' needed to be brought.
I'm afraid I can't remember who got what and why, and I don't have great pictures of it, but here's some of what went on:
Ice White got some nice pink feather boas for the costume efforts and the Kofi Annan aware for Viola, Dan mini-Addy got nicked again, big Addy got the Eyeless Bat, B-Team got the sex pest award - Turkish Viagra and the World Most Horrible Team got a bottle of piss. Nationwide's Kwikest won the coverted Spirit of the Dumball monkey and the Key to the Dumball - free entry next year in Rick 'n' Nick's car. The special celebrity guest ("You asked for the Chuckle Brothers... He's met them. It's that bloke who's been hanging round all day, Steve McConvile!") announced his own special guest and a very humble Frank Smally gave our mighty leaders a couple Fezs, some silly records and an 'ancient' map of Europe to plan for next year. On to the belly dancing...
The hotel has a big breakfast room downstairs which we quickly take over. "We'll use it from 6-8pm" they're told. We don't leave until way past nine and have rearranged their tables and used their kitchen as a dressing room in the meantime. Falcon the fabled fixer is on hand and given the task of getting us a PA. He eventually finds us one for £120 for a couple of hours! We um and ah, but go for it and in the end it's the right decision - it gives the evening a proper professional feel. The markets, allies and stall of Istanbul around the hotel make fertile hunting ground and we pick up all sorts of rubbish for the awards. Rick 'n' Nick had already got most of it, but things had happened along the way and 'spot prizes' needed to be brought.
I'm afraid I can't remember who got what and why, and I don't have great pictures of it, but here's some of what went on:
Ice White got some nice pink feather boas for the costume efforts and the Kofi Annan aware for Viola, Dan mini-Addy got nicked again, big Addy got the Eyeless Bat, B-Team got the sex pest award - Turkish Viagra and the World Most Horrible Team got a bottle of piss. Nationwide's Kwikest won the coverted Spirit of the Dumball monkey and the Key to the Dumball - free entry next year in Rick 'n' Nick's car. The special celebrity guest ("You asked for the Chuckle Brothers... He's met them. It's that bloke who's been hanging round all day, Steve McConvile!") announced his own special guest and a very humble Frank Smally gave our mighty leaders a couple Fezs, some silly records and an 'ancient' map of Europe to plan for next year. On to the belly dancing...