No worries, you didn't yell anyway, just an authoritive raised voice.

Well, what you marshalls have to put up with, besides the obvious reasons you're there for, amazes me.

I was at Sulby crossroads and a chap let his crisp packet blow onto the road (after the TM's had gone by) and it just rested in the middle of the tarmac. Well you know what speeds riders are passing there. Fair enough he didn't do it on purpose but crickey, tell a Marshall (which I did). God knows what a distraction that would have been swirling in the breeze.

Legs over the straw bales at Quarry was another, wow, you've gotta think for them all the time.

Thanks for sharing your 'fattest' story, funny indeed. Probably resulted in him going on a diet too.