BUC 6 review

As a juggler who unicycles a little tiny bit , I was a little unsure about
whether going to the British Unicycling Convention was a good idea. But I did
go, and I’m glad that I did.

About fifty people turned up, so the (smallish) venue was just the right size.
It’s quite clear that a lot of money has been spent on getting the Clocktower
the way it is. The hall is nice and bright and has a good floor. The cafe was
open pretty much all through the weekend, selling surprisingly cheap good food.
The showers in the accommodation block were superb which was good considering
the hot weather.

The campsite wasn’t as nice - it was a field with four inch straw stalks
sticking up all over the place. Once I had my airbed up it wasn’t so bad though.
The weather was nice and sunny (but a bit sticky) all weekend, so most of the
convention took place outdoors.

On friday night we went on a pub crawl, the more enthusiastic amongst us on
unicycles. I was impressed at how well the locals received the arrival of thirty
odd unicyclists in their pub. A bunch of them spent the time we were at the
second pub trying to learn to ride. Thankfully I don’t think any of them hurt
themselves. One of the nicest things for me is that one of them turned up at the
convention on saturday and spent the day studiously trying to learn to ride. He
was definitely getting better towards the end. Someway through the day he turned
up with his pet iguanas, which was, erm, interesting.

I spent a lot of time (for me) trying to freemount a Coker (36 inch wheel
thing). I failed but I reckon I’ll get there eventually. I’ve got sore thigh
muscles from all the unicycling (even though I hardly did any!). In the
evenings the whole thing went a little more like the juggling conventions I
know so well - a few pairs of people were club passing and unicyclists were
crashing into them and riding through the patterns every now and again. It was
good to see that jugglers are allowed to juggle at unicycling conventions just
as unicyclsts are allowed to unicycle at juggling conventions - I wasn’t sure
if this would be the case.

The saturday night show was a rather relaxed cabaret style affair, compered by
Tim doing his usual stuff from the BJC show along with a couple of hat tricks on
a giraffe. The theme of the show was stupid tricks that might not actually work.
The highlights for me were the sillier acts. Roger and Claire did a top quality
arty unicycle routing without the unicycles. It was a shame that Roger fell off,
but he recovered nicely. ; ). Kayleigh and friend (didn’t catch her name) did a
rather more conventional arty two person uni routine. Jamie Fletcher did a nice
three ball routine in the first half and in the second half eventually managed
to freemount his 8’ giraffe, juggle five balls on it and make a passable attempt
at seven. Very entertaining. Rob Stone did the old five balls into the hat
trick, with help from his beautiful assistant Max. I did my two diabolo routine
(hopefully for the last time!). Max was the last act up. His half hour ‘It’ll be
about five minutes’ show included the full range of nice technical stuff
(including a kick up mount while juggling three clubs, with a couple of throws
under his legs as he was getting his leading foot onto the uni) to the rather
odd renegade stuff (including an attempt to get in a sleeping bag and ride a
uni). The other highlight of his act was that we all got to eat his belgian
chocolate. I’m not so sure if that was Max’s plan - more likely the result of
Rob’s helpful intervention.

On sunday, most of the convention lumped off on the muni but a bunch of us
decided it’d be far more fun to go to the (huge) market. Silly toys were bought,
and Rob bought himself a nice new handbag.

Back on site at the business metting, everyone agreed that the venue was so good
that it looks like next year’s convention will be there as well at about the
same time of year. I managed to win a copy of Lord of The Rings (about the size
of a Chambers Dictionary!) in the raffle - one prize before the 26" Pashley Muni
(d’oh!) that went to Leo . I thought the caption contest (to a picture of Roger
on a Coker with his hand on Tony Blair’s shoulder) should have been won by ‘When
he first met Tony, Roger had a bicycle’.

Anyway, a good time was had by all - well done to Tim, Ali, Roger, everyone else
involved and to the clocktower staff.

See you at the next one, (and London and Bristol),

Dave.

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Re: BUC 6 review

6 O’Clock friday night and the trip to bristol is off (turns out there was
little wind at the Kite festival but Juggling’s own dave proctor - he of the
Renegade Curl, 2 diabolos, lots of clubs balls and yo-yos (and sometime
brightly coloured hair came 2nd in a trick off, and the kite fraternity doesn’t
know him !)

a good 2nd choice is the British Unicycle Convention in Mostyn on the Nth Wales
coast. Colin picks me up at 6:30 and we stuff the unpacked bits n bobs (no yike
required) into the car which has been cleaned out (which in real terms means
there’s only a few days worth of broken biscuits, raisins, reading material,
clothes and assorted toys that go hand in hand with a 4 year old daughter !)

First stop Leeds, pick up Derek, we don’t know him but Tall Paul and Claire have
arranged this with Colin (they get the yikes we get the person

  • do they know something we don’t ?) Derek will only have a unicycle and one
    bag, so the tent and 2 other bags he produces are obviously just there for the
    fun :slight_smile: We stuff Derek in the back and he seem comfortable enough and head out
    of the delights of Woodhouse (errm they aint wood and have metal grills on the
    doors and windows!!!) and soon negotiate the 100 odd miles to Mostyn.

Colin assures me he knows the way … hmm we do have a map but we cant find it
in the car (well not without a skip, some sniffer dogs and a few weeks) so we
go along confidently. Last time i did this I spent well over an hour driving
around sheffield ! Ho hum we arrive and discover the usual suspects about to
head off on a pub crawl. Comfortable beds tempt me away form the delights of
camping beside a road and a railway in a field of stubble with Miark and his
tim whistle !

The Pubs might leave something to be desired and the beer - well lets not go
there, but the locals were very entertaining and interesting. The Youths asked
us if we were unicyclists - but i replied “No walkers” as that was what we were
doing, they then tried to direct us down some strange road away from the pub we
could see. Inside much amusement was hard by the overheated bodies appearing
(this pub is atop a steep hill) and the ex-landlord wished us well. Next pub was
ore lively with a crooner singing along to a backing track and strumming a
guitar (not sure if it was plugged in !). Many locals tried to hurt themselves
in traditional unicycling style and after a few beers we returned to the site Me
on Andy’s rather Yellow Yike rather wobbly)

I crashed out about 1, but the usual sillyness was in full swing and everyone
was booted out of the main venue at 2am. A word on the venue, still having the
finishing touches added, its a great p[lace with nice hall, stage, floor and
rigs, well decorated, some useful room, plenty of toilets and a great cafe. The
dorms are very comfortable, large bunks and well appointed but noisey doors
banging shut! In the morning I lazed over getting up and showering. The showers
were note worthy, less of a “power Shower” more of a sand blasting effect. No
need for soap, you just (snake like) discard the outer layer of skin.

Sat was games day and whilst I set about the monster breakfasts, apart from the
eggs that Claire had eaten, the unicyclists went and had some games and races
and stuff. Apparently the ground was soft on the football pitch. I managed a
little juggling practice and some other oddments. The return Yikers had lunch
and headed off for the hockey tournament in a local sports hall. Claire
sunbathed. After checking out the flying potential of the beach - no beach and
chatting to some more locals Colin, Mark and I went shopping for the first time
and got some dosh, ice creams, more booze, and I bought fabric. After a veg
curry that need a bit more kick was the show meetings and I was firmly asked to
do something

  • hmm With promoting the BJC2k (http://www.bjc2k.york.ac.uk/) still one of my
    jobs I volunteered to amuse the crowds between the quality acts.

The show/cabaret opened with Ali doing a short, silly musical piece which I
rather liked, good to set the tone right. Then came Dave did his 2 diabolo
routine and i got a new vie from the side, actually quite an interesting angle.
Kayleigh and Lee did a unicycle bit, Roger and Claire did a rather well put
together mime, I messed about and failed to do my trick and Jamie (despite some
a false start) closed with his 3 ball routine - very smooth.

Tim was doing a good job holding it together, open the second half with a
devilstick thing, then we saw Peta and his ultimate wheel jumping -hmm, Steve
and some stuff on a walking globe -hmm and Jamie attempting (and eventually
succeeding) to freemount and 8ft yike - excellent. Max closed with a collection
of things, including a sleeping bag and Belgian Chocolate - lovely Post show
more beer, long game of “Groo” - cards and dice, and shouting and swearing if my
rather hazy memory serves me right. All to bed at 2am,

Another huge breakfast and the Muni team are leaving at 10. the shopping team
left at 10:30 only 2 mins before the last of the Muniers and I bought a spud gun
and a rather tasteful black rucsac for my sillies (or a handbag if you prefer).
Back for the post lunch business meeting at 2.

The sun was still on top form and helping Claire’s sun tan no end, and the
return of the Muniers allowed the business meeting to kick off at 4. Drawn out
but conclusion was that the Broli Centre is a top venue and can we come back
next year please. Raffle and prizes galore rounded up the event.

Everyone slowly drifted away and by 6, when we left there were only a few people
left clearing up. The 50 people who attended (including 2 Brazilian Iguanas) all
had a top, laid back time, messing about on and off yikes, in and out of the
shops and all around the excellent Broli Centre. There certainly should be
another event there - smart place.

– Rob.

… Rob Stone,
Dept Psychology, University of York, York, YO10 5DD www.bjc2k.york.ac.uk 13th
British Juggling Convention 13 April 2000

Re: BUC 6 review

Dual Diabolo Dave wrote:
> The campsite wasn’t as nice - it was a field with four inch straw stalks
> sticking up all over the place.

I found it a lot more comfortable then I expected. Once the straw was flat, it
was really quite soft. And the furrows weren’t a problem - I managed to get one
of the ridges in just the right place to act as a lumbar support while I was
sleeping :slight_smile:

I had a dream on Friday night about suicide mounting a Coker in that field
|-<

I don’t remember ever having unicycle dreams before the thread about it, but
I’ve had at least 3 since - curious.

> I did my two diabolo routine (hopefully for the last time!).

Don’t say that Dave, we lover your dual diabolo routine. Just don’t let me
forget to hold on tight to my beer while you’re doing it :wink:

> Anyway, a good time was had by all - well done to Tim, Ali, Roger, everyone
> else involved and to the clocktower staff.

Seconded (or thirded or whatever, as everyone else seems to have said the
same thing).


Danny Colyer (remove your.head to reply) “A custom loathsome to the eye, hateful
to the nose, harmful to the brain, dangerous to the lungs, and in the black,
stinking fume thereof, nearest resembling the horrible Stygian smoke of the pit
that is bottomless” - James I of England on tobacco

Re: BUC 6 review

Rob Stone wrote:
> whilst I set about the monster breakfasts…

??? I was just about ready to start the day after eating 2 of them. The food was
excellent (where do you get those veggie kievs, I could really develop a taste
for them?) and reasonably priced, but the portions certainly weren’t monster.


Danny Colyer (remove your.head to reply) “A custom loathsome to the eye, hateful
to the nose, harmful to the brain, dangerous to the lungs, and in the black,
stinking fume thereof, nearest resembling the horrible Stygian smoke of the pit
that is bottomless” - James I of England on tobacco

Re: BUC 6 review

In article <MS3876595EB@mos.clara.net>, “Danny Colyer”
<danny@mosyour.head.clara.net> wrote:

> Rob Stone wrote:
>> whilst I set about the monster breakfasts…
>
>??? I was just about ready to start the day after eating 2 of them. The
>food was excellent (where do you get those veggie kievs, I could really
>develop a taste for them?) and reasonably priced, but the portions
>certainly weren’t monster.
>
>–
>Danny Colyer (remove your.head to reply)

Heh Dammy now woder you couldnt fit in that lycra

the breakfast was as much cereal as you could get in a bowl then the cooked bit
(which wasnt huge but…) and then toast and marmalade and a refillable tea for
1:50 - not bad in my book.

– Rob.

… Rob Stone,
Dept Psychology, University of York, York, YO10 5DD www.bjc2k.york.ac.uk 13th
British Juggling Convention 13 April 2000