In the absence of something genuine:

Pseudo Gorse Lea marshal’s report number 3.

"Following the last riders’ passage past the portly pack congratulatory expressions were shared in the spirit of Manx mateship. The remains of lunch boxes were pooled on the bus stop bench and a communal repast ensued.
Tales of past TTs and gastronomic highlights were enlarged upon from the years gone by. Thermos tea and dandelion wine fueled the atmosphere of bonhomie till late into the twilight.
Only when Foster produced a cassette of Irish dance music did the party begin to break up.
The midges were not a concern due to RR Berrie DSM adding cow dung to the communal camp fire. All agreed that it was an effective deterrent to man and insect.
2008 proved to be another monument to male bonding in the shadow of the Beary Mountain and all swore to gather again in the late spring or 2009."