Mr Shaws Poker Stand Off

This will be the easiest blog I have ever had to post so far. Those of us who were there will understand why this is just a picture post. Well done Adam but just remember we will have our revenge.

         

The Rowan Food’s/Oscar Mayer Christmas Dance Off

Saturday Night Fever, The Sound of Music, The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Grease, Oliver, Chicago, Singin’ in the Rain, Mary Poppin’s, West Side Story and The Wizard of Oz. Why the hell are you listing musicals on the blog you idiot I hear you cry. Well Gentlemen, it has always been a dream of mine to appear in one of these productions on Broadway. But due to financial insecurity I have still not been able to afford the gastric band operation I so desperately need which will enable me to squeeze into a pair of hot pants (shudder).

Now this dream has haunted me all my life. I have cried myself to sleep on many occasions after watching West Side Story and wishing I could play Tony or wondering if I could master the moves to become one of the T Birds.

I was once again plagued by this dream the night before our Christmas Soiree. I remember waking up in a cold sweat on the 22nd of December and actually believed I had just killed The Wicked Witch of the West. But it was with a heavy heart in the cold light of a frosty morning that I realised it was just a dream.

Little was I to know what awaited me later on that day.

I have known most of the members of our little Association for nearly five years and have discussed the merits of many films over the years , The Lord of the Rings (the best film ever?, I don’t think so), American Pie (the funniest film of all time, your not serious?), The James Bond Films (the best of British film, what?), anything with Steven Seagal, (anything after 1994 is a joke, seriously Dad listen to me, PLEASE), anyway I could go on and on and on and because the beer is flowing very freely that would be very boring.

So its back to my original post. After the poker and pool competitions had been played and our Polish friends had left us for the night, myself and the remaining members of The Association decided to take a break before staggering off for our meal. As usual the jukebox in Riley’s was blaring and some horrid pop music was worming its way into my brain (thanks for that saying Mrs Shaw).

Then before my very eyes a few members of The Association jumped up and started strutting their funky stuff. I had no option but to join in. The result can be seen below.