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ICCF No 4
Saturday saw another outing for the ICCF, unfortunately a few cry offs ie Marj had a belly dancing rehearsal, Eddie was staying in watching his favourite film Fiddler on the Roof and Chopper was playing Father Christmas to his granddaughter, meant we were a small but dedicated crew.
Ady sorted out the train times and got the tickets, however 4 arrived at the station to find Ady had only purchased 3! With no time to buy another and only 4 minutes to get to platform 5 young Will added fare dodger to his CV.
The journey to Nottingham was fairly uneventful except when we stopped at Grantham and pulled alongside the train from Hogwarts full of young girls, young Will refused to come out from under his invisibility cloak and so added bird dodger to his CV.
Whilst waiting at Nottingham for our connection to Mansfield we had a whip round to make Wills trip legitimate by buying a return ticket to Peterborough. It was then we noticed everything was in black and white and everyone owned a whippet!
Mansfield RUFC is a most hospitable place, after being delivered by taxi from the station we were met by Mike (treasurer) it was also his 70th birthday and Andy (chairman) they instantly started to ply us with Golden Hen real ale, speeches were then made and more real ale, food was next, a sumptuous birthday spread then more real ale all gratis.
The game was hard going but we prevailed in the end, the home crowd was a mixed bunch with an exceptionally lovely chap (not) inviting Ady to go with him down a pit to look at his coal face !
The bar after was again hospitable, with us not being able to pay for any drinks, at one point their chairman Andy had to chase young Will to deliver him his sixth pint which he left surreptitiously on a players table. This enabled him to add beer dodger to his CV.
Suddenly with 40 minutes to catch our train it was time to go, Ady was in radio contact with our taxi driver who flew us to ‘Sues Chippy’ and boy was it worth it, after unwrapping them on the train we were the envy of every football hooligan who spent an hour walking forwards and backwards through the carriages looking for the chip kiosk.
The days wandering came to a marvellous end in the bar at the Great Northern, except for young Will as he finally wondered what was he doing with 3 old farts, this enabled him to add old codger dodger to his CV.
Till the next time
Roary
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Ady sorted out the train times and got the tickets, however 4 arrived at the station to find Ady had only purchased 3! With no time to buy another and only 4 minutes to get to platform 5 young Will added fare dodger to his CV.
The journey to Nottingham was fairly uneventful except when we stopped at Grantham and pulled alongside the train from Hogwarts full of young girls, young Will refused to come out from under his invisibility cloak and so added bird dodger to his CV.
Whilst waiting at Nottingham for our connection to Mansfield we had a whip round to make Wills trip legitimate by buying a return ticket to Peterborough. It was then we noticed everything was in black and white and everyone owned a whippet!
Mansfield RUFC is a most hospitable place, after being delivered by taxi from the station we were met by Mike (treasurer) it was also his 70th birthday and Andy (chairman) they instantly started to ply us with Golden Hen real ale, speeches were then made and more real ale, food was next, a sumptuous birthday spread then more real ale all gratis.
The game was hard going but we prevailed in the end, the home crowd was a mixed bunch with an exceptionally lovely chap (not) inviting Ady to go with him down a pit to look at his coal face !
The bar after was again hospitable, with us not being able to pay for any drinks, at one point their chairman Andy had to chase young Will to deliver him his sixth pint which he left surreptitiously on a players table. This enabled him to add beer dodger to his CV.
Suddenly with 40 minutes to catch our train it was time to go, Ady was in radio contact with our taxi driver who flew us to ‘Sues Chippy’ and boy was it worth it, after unwrapping them on the train we were the envy of every football hooligan who spent an hour walking forwards and backwards through the carriages looking for the chip kiosk.
The days wandering came to a marvellous end in the bar at the Great Northern, except for young Will as he finally wondered what was he doing with 3 old farts, this enabled him to add old codger dodger to his CV.
Till the next time
Roary
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