 Following on from the successful initial Wild Day Out concept, the Wild Day Out II promised to be better, bigger, wetter and wilder. And it was all that and more! With the boys having provided "ample" entertainment with the Full Monty at the original day, this time it was up to the girls. So in keeping with the beach party theme, what would be more fitting than a bikini contest?
  The event was again staged in the fabulous surrounds of the West London Wildcats' and Wildkittens' major sponsor, the Walkabout Inn, Shepherd's Bush. Doors opened at midday and the initial trickle of beach goers soon turned into a tidal wave as the beginning of the festivities neared. The many and varied props such as palm trees, dolphins, suns and beach balls all added to the atmosphere and it was long before our MC for the day, the Wildcats coach, Mike Billing whipped the crowd into a frenzy with his charm, wit and general antics.
  The day's first event was to be the drinking triathlon, and with the many and varied fantastic prizes that we had for the days competitors, courtesy of our current sponsors and sponsors for the day, the competition was always going to be fierce. The drinking triathlon consisted of: a pint of snakebite, 10 push ups, a 1/2 pint of Guinness, a dry salada, 10 star jumps, 2 jelly Sambuccas, a Mars Bar and to wash it all down, a Reef. The going was tough, but in the end there was no stopping the Wildcats own fine young athlete, the resident drinking machine himself, Sean Supple. Fantastic performance, Supps!!
 With the crowd now well and truly getting into the spirit of the day, we next had to see how low people could go in the limbo contest. Stretches were undertaken, backs loosened up and then it was down to business. As the stick was gradually lowered, sometimes by a little, sometimes by a lot, depending on the mood of the judges, the boys were weeded out from the men, and the girls from the women, so to speak. At times people were removed for falling over, others for accidentally hitting the bar with differing anatomical parts. Once we got down to the business end of things we were left with our male and female winners, who I have affectionately named, King and Queen Go Low.
 Before the main event commenced, it was the appropriate time for Paul Toll, the Wildcats president, to present the Walkabout management with a framed West London guernsey (coincidentally these fine pieces of sporting memorabilia are available to order at www.wildcatsfc.com/merchandise/) in appreciation of all the support that the Wildcats receive from this exceptional establishment.
   With the formalities out of the way, it was time to get into (not literally) the Wild Day Out II Bikini Contest. Yum! The first round required the contestants to enter the stage decked out in Wildcat and Raiders gear and answer some simple questions. Whilst they were being introduced they were escorted on to the stage by some of West London's finest male specimens, complete in nothing but footy shorts Warwick Capper style. These specimens, however, thought that the crowd had actually come to see them and as such, proceeded to dazzle them with their athleticism and obsessive use of the "tradie crack". Led by Cameron "the angry young droid" Aubrey and Chris "Cameo" Richmond, the boys wooed the crowd and the girls with their back stage carry on.
  As all this was going on, our fabulous panel of four judges was busy compiling scores for the sportswear category. The well credentialed crew consisted of Paul Toll, Wildcats President; Matt Glynn, BARFL General Manager and I still can't work out how he got a gig; Hud from Adidas who are not a sponsor yet, but I'm sure will be after yesterday's escapades; and Brooksy who represented the Walkabout but went missing after the first round (it must have been too much for him) and was more than adequately replaced by Stefan, the director of Priscilla Queen of the Desert, courtesy of a very well connected Wildcats entrepreneur, Sir Richard Hains.
   While waiting for the second round the temperature was slowly beginning to reach boiling point, so it was decided that the crowd needed a little refreshing. Water pistols that looked more like bazookas were snuck on to the stage, and the unsuspecting audience received a little soaking. The eleven lovely, hot, sexy multi-cultural rippers (I mean contestants) and our very own club clown, Ryan "Freckle" Miller complete in Rusty swimwear then took to the stage again for the second and final round. The girls looked and felt (sorry I was thinking out loud again) resplendid. However, we as a club are not shallow people. Beauty is only skin deep, and we had to ascertain some of the girls intellect and personality. Billsy did this by quizzing the girls on some general topics and current affairs as well as asking them some Who Wants to be a Millionaire questions.
  Once the final girl had completed the contest, it was down to business. The official adjudicators, both of very astute minds, they'd be Dogga and Billsy, tallied the totals to come up with the final place getters. Whilst this was happening the major raffle for the day was then drawn, with first prize a trip to the Beerfest in Germany courtesy of PP Travel. The contestants were then brought back on to stage where the winners were announced. This year's winner, and might I add a very worthy winner, was Naomi and she walked away with the £500 cash prize. Unfortunately I didn't walk away with her, but that's another story.
  So another very wildly successful function. Many thanks for this fantastic day must go to Sam Willoughby for all her effort, along with the rest of the Wildcats and Wildkittens social committee. Billsy did a superb job up on the microphone and of course none of this would have been possible without the help of all of our sponsors. Thanks to the Walkabout Inn (Shepherd's Bush), LAM, PP Travel, PPC Consulting, Hi Gear, UK Discovered, Top Goodies and the Australian Seafood Company. We'd also like to thank sponsors that jumped on board for the day including Dirty Dog, Rusty Clothing, Rip Curl, Quiksilver and Guinness.
  All in all a great day was had by all, yet again showing off why the West London Wildcats Australian Rules Football Club and Wildkittens Netball Club is without doubt the best club around. But it didn't end there. The boys and girls partied long and hard into the night led by Topless Tolly (what a sight that was) and the Red Palace boys in similar attire. Dirt Barry managed to snag a snog (that's a bit of a tongue twister…literally) and Pooper Huntington kept it all in the club after being lunch cut by Freckle. I could go on and on but I wouldn't know where to stop. So that's it.
Keep it wild and Carn the Cats.
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