Meet at the Jekyll and Hyde from 6.00pm. Mr Fish has kindly agreed to be the chap23 scribe for the night in my absence (on duty in Cornwall!!) and no mentions of yellow cards either!!.
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The evening started on a rather surreal note as Dave walked straight past Simbers without recognising him on steelhouse lane-turns out Mr cleaver is patenting his new “old Herbert” look which is supposedly all the rage on the Parisian catwalks this season.
Having established that the Jekyll and Hyde was full to bursting a new meeting place was hastily arranged at the old Cs, where Phil, Rog and Phil's neighbour Ben (who at a sprightly 29 years of age injected some youth into proceedings-seemed a good drinking companion as well) headed along after watching the end of The Rugger in the Old Royal. Steve Holly then arrived whereupon the usual chap-inspired chats ensued-particularly memorable was another lookalikey discussion-that resulted in one of our absent brethren being compared to the character Arthur from on the buses-surely a fate far worse than the mere issuing of a yellow card for his evenings non-attendance. During this babble a couple of jars were necked-the Nicholson's seemed to be the popular ale of choice for the CAMRA-inspired amongst us.
A short trip to the OJS Followed but this was something of a let down due to the paucity of bar staff so the chaps moved on after being joined by Trevor . Next port of call was the Temple Street Social-a recent chap favourite but aside from some ball and string-based bar games and a beardy Peter Sutcliffe-lookalike, who seemed quite taken with Phil and his evening party piece , this too was rather low key in atmosphere.
The final throw of the dice involved a trip to the Rock Island Bar –this proved to be high on ambience but low in beer quality but this seemed less relevant as the chaps tastes were getting less choosy as the night wore on. Amstel proved to be the best of a bad bunch as Dave and Trev headed to the funk dance floor room upstairs to relive some sounds of years gone by- The rest of the group eventually found their way up there too-though a fairly unpleasant smell seemed to come with them. The miscreant was not identified as hot denials came all round however the smart money seemed to be on Mr Atkins-MASTER BAKER OF THE VIRULENT AIR BISCUIT. Inquest over, Phil started to throw a few moves again but after this things started to get furry-Steve Holly ended up on Rum and Coke (nice) Dave ended up on cider !!!!!!!! (not nice) and some odd dad-dancing ensued. Old Herbert then departed for his regular train so he could get home for a milk stout and to check on his whippets and slowly but surely the rest of the crew followed suit, leaving Dave and Trev to be the last to bail at about 12:30 when their batteries ran out. All in all, a decent evenings entertainment .