Great night at the chateau with the gang. Met in the Castle Hill club first which some of you will know is just outside the castle gates. Four pints was roughly sixteen quid. Inside the castle four pints was thirty quid! Service was quick though. They obviously wanted you to buy more beer 🙂
We got in just as Marti Pellow was starting. I’d never eard of him but apaz he was lead singer of wet wet wet. Not really my kind of music but he was only the support act. I was there for Billy Ocean. Anyway turns out Marti is Scottish which took me by surprise. No reason really. He had lots of fans in the audience.
In the break between sets we retired to the Castle Hill Club only to be told upon exit that if we went out we wouldn’t be let back in. Ppfffttt (yes), pshaw and huh! The others were already in the club by the time I got this information. I figured there was no point in watching old Bill on my own, though Simon was still inside, so I joined the others and mentioned our plight. Sue rolled her sleeves up and went to talk to the supervisor who agreed, if we were only 2 mins, to let us back in on the basis that we had really just popped out to use the loo and avoid the massive queues for the ladies and that it was nothing to do with the 2x price of beer. My lager was too gassy to knock it back so I left half a pint behind.
Barnacle Bill was very good fair play and a step up from Marti in my mind. Even his new stuff was good. The lad is seventy six years old, I observed. Walked home whilst the others went back to the club to order taxis. Took me ages to get home as I had wisely opted to wear flip flops seeing as my sandals are in the workshop being mended. ie I’ve glued a strap back into place.
Now we are speeding south in the silver bullet with THG at the controls. Off to see Essex v Notts and staying with Hannah and George who very conveniently live a short walk from the ground. It’s going to be v hot. WIll need to stay hydrated. Notts are currently walloping Essex. Unfortunately the England and Wales men’s team ain’t faring so well against New Zealand who should level the series today and make for an interesting final test at Trent Bridge. I’m going to days 3, 4 and 5 (if it is the will of Allah).
Found out last night, although my memory is a little hazy on the subject, that Fosters butchers has been sold. Wot! After 6 generations! 130 years! Bumped in to the woman that works there (soz I don’t know your name). Didn’t recognise her at first, not being in her butchers gear an all. Anyway apparently Andy is no longer there. Oh no. Come to think of it he hasn’t been there the last couple of times I’ve been in. Will have to see how it goes.
Ciao fellows.
PS it is at once the longest day and Father’s Day.