Christmas Party
Published December 18, 2011Airfield Tavern, Sat 3 December 2011
The Xmas party was another hoot, with fine food and much fun and laughter.
Frank and Justin were particularly festive. Frank was hilarious, doing an impromptu sketch, in a German accent, extolling the virtues of owning a BINI, wearing a plastic moustache from a cracker, with a comb over provided by a deflated torpedo balloon!
Talking of balloons. Never before has such a simple thing provided so much joy, fun and laughter. Those long ‘Torpedo’ balloons have it all. Double entendres and inuendo ensued as the girls pursed their lips around the end and blew hard, making them become ever longer and more erect. Jayne was particularly good at blowing hers. She looked so good in jodphurs, that mine inflated itself!
We ended up with a 21 balloon salute, launching them all at once to provide a cacophony of noise as they raced insanely around the room!
Our favourite teacher, Jan, provided an end of term report for some of the Clubs pupils. Have a look at the “Some say’ section of the site.
Jan and Stu are once again to be congratulated on organising the event. They really are ‘Jolly Good Fellowes’ and so say all of us!
Have a GREAT CHRISTMAS everybody!
Sunday Lunch and Cream Tea Run
Published October 26, 2011Sunday 23 October 2011
writes Bas
Three cars set off on the annual run to West Bay and Portland. It was a shame that it was so few, after all the hard work that Roger and Carole had put in, organising the event.
Let’s hope that next year more members join in the fun!
Roger led us through Sutton Bingham- the reservoir was incredibly low-through the lovely villages of Halstock, Corscombe, Beaminster, Maperton, Melplash, Pymore, Broadoak, and Symondsbury, where we had never been before.
On route we meandered through lovely leafy lanes and hedgerows adorned with vibrant berries and autumn colours. Fallen leaves danced in the breeze almost as if they were glad to be untethered from their trees.
At one stage Roger swerved violently right. Was it to avoid a pheasant? -No
a rabbit? -No
a fox?-No.
What could it be? I hear you ask.
A giant pile of horse shit! The biggest that I had ever seen. Two more and they would have given the Pyramids a run for their money!
Talking of horses, Mandy had spent the morning riding one. No it wasn’t in the desert and the horse did have a name. And it wasn’t called Colin!
They caught up with us at THE CROWN, Bridport, where we had a fantastic roast with six different vegetables. Eight if you include two different types of potato!
We had the usual banter and a good laugh.
Before setting off along the picturesque coastal road to Abbotsbury, we could not resist doing a few laps around the MINI roundabout at West Bay! You have to don’t you?
Portland was a sight to behold with the waves crashing against the shore, throwing up tons of spray. The sea was awash with foam or as Mandy said “someone had put too much washing up liquid in it!”
The wind was blowing a gale but it was exciting and breathtaking to see.
Next up was tea.
Upon entering the Cafe, the place was pretty full and we needed a table for eight. I wandered about looking perplexed and was just about to approach a waitress when I spotted right next to me Jan, Greg, Roger and Carole and four empty seats.
The buggers had been their all along but Jan feeling playful decided to keep quiet to see how long it would take before I spotted them!
It was the first time that she had been quiet in her life!
Anyway we all had a great tea and another good laugh about Roger’s windswept look.
Incredibly stupid as I recall it!
I was up for ridicule next when I spilled tea all over the table.
For my next cup, Mandy kindly told me that I had overlooked the tea strainer, after I had filled my cup! So I sloshed it back in the pot and the table became awash with more tea!
Mandy was particularly playful. She and Colin had found a Blow Hole and suggested that I had to take photo of it. She knew the perfect place where I could stand to get a great shot!
So Gullible Gordon followed her and waited, with camera poised for the blow hole to blow!
When out of the corner of my eye I noticed that Mandy had scarpered.
Smelling a rat, I too legged it just before an avalanche of water hit the very spot where I had been standing! The little rascal!
I had the last laugh though. The Blow hole had gone very quiet. Mandy said that the tide had gone out. Inspector Chaffey and Harvey,his hound, went to investigate.
He peered over the hole and nothing happened, so he got closer and peered some more, when with an almighty whoosh, the geyser erupted and drenched him. And as he retreated for good measure a second spout drenched him some more.
His woe didn’t end there as Mandy then bollocked him for nearly drowning her dog!
So ended a great day,with beautiful scenery, much banter and laughter and a day spent in good company. Many thanks to all concerned.