As by now Colin was fighting with four men who had joined in after Colin had thrown old Bertie into the pig pen! The man who had run over to help Colin and had smashed a chair over the heads of each of the men who had restrained Colin, was being pummeled by three other men who had decided to join in! Colin laid into the four men, leaving them on the ground unconscious and covered in blood. He ran over to help his mate who was lying on the ground being set upon by these three men. Colin grabbed each man from behind and one by one, systematically punched them into the next millennium! By now a full scale riot had broken out. Around one hundred and fifty elderly competitors were knocking the shit out of each other! Gilbert and Mr Finleyson tried to make it to the turnstile, so they could take cover in the Land Rover. Gilbert turned to Mr Finleyson and said, "I guess the judging is off and so is our lunch. Run for the turnstile. Lets get the hell out of here"! Mr Finleyson replied, "Good idea. If we get separated, meet me at my Land Rover. Let's go for it now! Good luck, try to skirt the riot so you go unnoticed"! They both tried to tiptoe towards the turnstile as the riot was now in full swing. Men from other areas of the show grounds had got wind of the riot and took off running towards it! All judging in every category and in every breed of animal was officially cancelled. This was announced over the tannoy. All the day trippers fled for their lives, dragging their children along by their arms! It didn't take long for the entire show grounds to be engaged in rioting! Security guards from all over the show grounds were running this way and that way trying to control the rioting. They all got knocked to the ground for their efforts! The riot police were on their way. Police helicopters were already circling the show grounds, ordering the riots to cease on their helicopter loudspeakers! Those who had heard it looked up at the helicopter and gave them the finger! Food stalls had been ripped apart and looted, with the rioters throwing food at each other. The rioters were running around covered in mayo, ketchup, mustard, custard, whipped cream, relish, chilli and eggs, as they had raided the hen tent, stealing all the eggs and throwing them or smashing them over each other's heads! There were two men hitting each other with candy floss. It looked like handbags at dawn! Chairs were broken up and used to beat each other along with tables. Fence posts ripped out of the ground and used as weapons. The stages that were dotted around the show grounds for the competitions, were dismantled and used as shields against rioters wielding wooden and steel fence posts! The elderly breeders and farmers were beating each other with their walking sticks. A few had zimmer frames they smashed over each other's heads! They were rolling around on the ground ten deep, arms flailing, fists flying, covered in food and sawdust, clothes ripped to shreds, glasses broken, hearing aids ripped out of their ears, comb-overs hanging on their shoulders on one side. False teeth torn out of their mouths, toupees ripped from their heads and trampled on covered in mud and sawdust! It was like a pitched battle. Every vendors stall and every solid object within the show grounds was torn apart, smashed to smithereens, looted and used in any way possible to inflict the maximum damage to each other! Old Bertie was still lying in the pig pen, covered in pig shit with the pigs resting their heads on his body. He was still crying for help. Still no one came to help him! Colin Brown was still in the think of it, fists flying, men being thrown through the air by him, landing in the show animals holding pens. The rioters had let most of the animals our of their pens and they were all running amok. But worse still to come when some asshole decided it would be a clever move to let the bulls out of their holding pens. Before the rioters knew what was happening, the bulls started to stampede towards them, near what used to be the registration