tobyjug said:
No I couldn't, the tickets I won were donated to a motorcycle club raffle I used to belong to. You armchair critics have to be honest no fucking idea just how dangerous it would have been to leave the rally early.
It was a conspiracy, and it ran so much deeper than Tobyjug could ever know.
All along, he'd wanted the popcorn-maker, with it's little 13 amp fuse he'd be sure to host the "Triumph Corn-holer Biker Annual Review Revue 1992", as long as the dog kept out of the way and he didn't need to choke any more chickens in public.
With baited breath, he clutched the raffle tickets, repeating their numbers under his breath, coveting that fabulous chrome popcorn popper, and even settling for the second prize 'Lean Mean Fat Grilling Machine' as endorsed by George Foreman the Punchin' Preacher.
Like Charlie Bucket awaiting Mr Wonka, he clutched his golden tickets, and when finally his number came up, could barely contain his joy.
Then, without warning, the announcement came over the PA system:
"The holder of ticket 573 will be forced to attend a Nazi motorcycle rally, and if he fails to appear his wife will be killed, or something"
Then, and only then, did Tobyjug finally wake up to the truth, just as men dressed in big white hooded costumes dragged him away to the sound of laughter and odd Hammer Horror sound effects, locking him away until he agreed to attend the nazi rally, on pain of death, then finally they returned to him his motorbike, and he was free, to attend the rally, of his own free choice, if he wanted to, like...