As we fast approach the festive season and the fun and games that it brings, I thought it about time that I added my memories of our last outing (and the fact that the President kept promising to stab me with a sharp stick if I didn't may have had something to do with it).

It was a fine and bright day as I arrived at the The Town Crier, I ordered my traditional breakfast order, egg, bacon, sausage, beans, toast and a large whisky. I waited the traditional 45 minutes for it to arrive, is there a pub in existence that can serve slower than here, I mean 20 minutes for a pint??? and serving a 16 year old malt in a water tumbler for Gods sake!! Anyway I digress, after munching through half a pig and an embryonic chicken everyone had started to gather, with the exception of our good Mr Hawker, who turned up half an hour late, and Mr Hollis , whom the President has mentioned in his post, to which I need add nothing.

Spirits were high and everyone was having a good time when Mr Hawker strode manfully to the bar and with teeth gritted, paid for a pint Mr Witold Waryszak, in part payment for a wager reported in an earlier post, photographic evidence has been posted to satisfy those of a disbelieving nature. It has long held to be a measure of a man how he handles his gambling debts and Mr Hawker has proved himself to be of solid stock.

After a short and uninteresting journey to the bowling alley, we arrived, put on our stylish shoes and, went to the bar.

A strange thing happened at the bar, a stylishly dressed woman in her middle thirties was ordering some drinks for what I can only guess where her children, and, when the cokes had been poured, she asked quietly for a large vodka which, after a furtive glace over her shoulder, she necked, nothing strange there you might say, but, every time ANYONE went to the bar she did the same thing, I honestly believe that she could out drink any three gentlemen, Alcoholic Mum, I salute you. ( just a thought, do you think she might be married to competitive Dad who was there last time we went?)

Although the place was packed solid with children on half term, a fine time was had by all and we bowled away to our hearts content.

It was at this point in the day that Mr Hawker gave me a lesson in bowling which the Presidents post has covered in all the grisly details so I will just add this, Well Done Mr Hawker, the best man won.

Now we come the the tension and excitement of the killer competition, after all chipping in our stake money and a close contest, Mr Waryszak emerged as the victor. The President handed Witold his trophy and winnings in a moving ceremony which proved that the President is a natural public speaker. Mr Waryszak was so touched (or so drunk) that he went straight to the bar and spent his winning on a round for everyone. A true gentleman.

Time and space prevent me from saying much on the next couple of events but if I can just quote W.H. Auden "Dance till the stars come down from the rafters Dance, Dance, Dance till you drop."

We shall draw a veil over the "Ted Incident"

The Plumbers arms.. nicely done out, we called in, had our free drink and left.

So too the Restaurant, the food was as nice as last time, however, some of the gentlemen seemed to be lacking in energy including Mr Roberts and the hero of the day Mr Waryszak, we have a short film which will prove the point.

We didn't linger long in case we couldn't wake anyone up.

And so we finished our day ..whats that Dear Reader?? yes, I will wait as you check...Are you sure? Well I never, It appears as if Mr Hawker has only paid for a single drink for Mr Waryszak when the wager was for two.

Never mind Mr H. I'm sure someone will remind you to get the second one in, when we go out in December.