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Anything draws a large crowd in Chesterfield, specially if you twist your steeple, Ouch!! Think you can get a cream for it though. Take care, be safe & remember," More than 2 twists of a Steeple is classed as playing with it & most likely Illegal", Spot.

Have to agree with Scunny Jack, Cleethorpes Pier Nighter starting, Winter Gardens closing & being torn down, it's still a big hole in the ground now, for obvious reasons the forward thinking music policy & the people. Messers Levine & Curtis opening our ears & mines to a different kind of soul music & leading the way from 1973 onwards(When we started going there), Wigan for opening so we didn't have to travel 6 hours to the Mecca & return straight home but the 3 most stand out moments for me were; New York Soul trip, Gail singing "Job Opening" with Sammy Campbell & the Del Larks outside the Hilton sports bar & then The Del Larks singing "Happy Birthday" in the middle of their set to our Gary on his 50th Birthday, finally watching Mel Britt write in the Motown visitors book how much he enjoyed their music & it's influence on him, after that seeing him get to his feet in the Memphis Smoke diner & sing along to "She'll come running back" with a backing band of the entire trip & a standing ovation,grown men wept, you just couldn't write it. Take car, be safe & remember," I woke early one morning, looking around for my love, your sweet voice I didn't hear", Spot.

He's called Danny Small & there's loads of him on You Tube, you see him selling his cd's, awesome, brought a lump to my throat for 2 reasons; his excellent singing & the fact that he has to sing for his supper, did you notice how respectful & courteous people were to him , here they'd have robbed & beaten him over here. Take care, be safe & remember," One day it could be you but without the voice", Spot.

Karl I seem to remember seeing it's twin at our house stowed away under the stairs, also seem to remember Gail promising to use it every day & insisting it was a must have for her, needless to say it's been used 3 times & shall join the other countless fitness gadgets in the great gym above, i.e. The loft.

I remember the Selby lot, they were all a little older than us, the girls were pretty & the guys thought they were the dogs danglies (Some of em was), one of the first places I went was on a bus from there to Hanley Top Rank 36 hour extravaganza where I was amazed by Frank Booper's dancing, my best mate Barry Cornthwaite (r.i.p.) worked with Sammy & some of the lads at Selby Shipyard but I don't remember them being around that long into the 70's (Think they'd done it all by then), I know the Dundas girls use to go to Prestatyn & Cleethorpes, plus I've seen Paul Weaver at Drax, usually after a round of golf & apparently Ady Dundas goes sometimes, I dont think I'd recognize any of them today, they & the York lot (And this isn't meant malicously or as an insult) were very much alike, full of Arrogance & their own self importance, Oh the joy of youth & a head full of hair. Take care, be safe & remember, "Beauty fades, Clever is forever", Spot.

Right hopefully this time I'm sorted for my mate but whilst I'm here it appears that DSoulie isn't happy about me commenting & seems to feel he's the aggrieved party in all this, maybe I commented a tad hasty & my monies was returned within 24 hours (although I'd have made sure it was returned before I went to bed that night or first thing next morning, because of the circumstances) so a final time the facts are; Fact; I placed a want post for a 45. Fact; He contacted me. Fact; He told me what he wanted for the 45. Fact; I accepted the price. Fact; He accepted & the deal was struck. Fact; He then reneged on the deal for a better offer. I think that's clear enough, don't you? Anyway had the tables been turned what would his reaction have been? Not a happy one I think & if the deal had been done face to face, say out at a venue, would you sell a 45, then return the money & ask for the 45 back because someone there had offered you a better price? Wouldn't happen. It's called ethical & fair trading. End of story, Spot. p.s. I wouldn't mind but it's not even for me.

My monies are back in my account (at 19:54:55 on the 9/9/11, 23 hours after I paid Paypal), so thanks for that & it seems my time scale was out (Should have checked) a pm cancelling the deal was sent 8 minutes after we agreed a price (And by then the monies had been tranferred if I'm not mistaken again), however 8 minutes, 8 hours or 8 days makes no difference, a deal was agreed in good faith & payment made, so ethically the deal should stand, if there had been a mention of another purchaser interested & that the seller would take the highest bid, then that would have been different but I didn't know it was an auction, if I had I wouldn't have bothered, as it was a favour for a friend, so I stand by what I said & veiled threats of "Maybe we'll catch up sometime & you can tell me face to face & be a man", don't change my opinion or anything else for that matter, it just re-enforces my opinion & thought on it. Spot. p.s. If I'd have done the deal in a venue or face to face somewhere else, would the seller have returned 5 minutes later & asked me to give him back the 45 & insist I have my money back because someone had just offered him a higher price? I don't think so, do you?

Hey seems I'm back in the market for Mr Howell's as DSoulie (Dave Scott) agreed a deal, took the money & then a day later said, "Sorry" changed my mind, been offered more. So buyer beware he's not a reliable seller & I think all should know as it's out of order. Spot.

Cheers peeps, sorted for my mate now. Spot.

Lorraine you probably won't recall but we were shown around Motown by yourself & Frances Nero (Who's birthday it was) after a 4 hour plus bus journey on partially flooded highways when we came on Soul Trip USA, Chicago & I've got a treasured photo of You & I stood outside before we went off to the "Memphis Smoke" to meet up with a whole bunch of Artists. Sweet memories indeed. Take care, be safe always & remember, "I can't change , the way that I wear my hair,even change the style of clothes I wear,ooh baby,ooh baby", Spot (Pete) & Gail.

Another teen trend that will disappear quickly into the mists of time, just like the mid-late 70's & again with Quadrophenia cult, no one will ever get it right on film because a lot of info is withheld due to our age, standing in the community & embarrassment, amongst other things, plus who had a bloody car then, other than nicked & did you ever dance in such lush surroundings, Victorian rooms & all. I hope they all stick it but only time will tell but I wish I could still dance like that for hours on end, infact days but the old knee & hip joints won't allow & if I did a back drop I'd look like a stranded turtle.

Look you lot stop having a tea break chat & just tell me if someone has one & not a Mr M's price, infact not even anywhere near 3 figures, bloody hell it's a £50 record & my mate wants it to play to his adoring crowd, as I said before "God knows why?" Spot.

Hey people my mates desperate(God knows why) for Reuben Howell - Can't stop a man in love, no silly prices though. Spot.

What a load of pish!!! All very contrived & playing to the vanity of one person, although I must say some of them can shake it, nobody I know had to be taught to dance or asked to come along & dance for the nice Mr's, also there wern't that many gymnast on the floor, a lot of spinning & hand clapping(What ever happened to that?) & I didn't dance like Uncle Knobhead, although I do now, suppose I'm just jealous cos I'm not a young blade anymore & if I backdrop then my backdrops. This is a bit of a trend thing,lets see if they're still living the dream in 5 years time or later, I doubt it, we're still the last bastions of Soul for certain but we'll see after they've had their 15 minutes of fame. Take care,be safe & remember," The mind is willing but the old body is weak", Spot.

Malc I appreciate what your saying but they maybe knew one song or so & I seem to remember the majority didn't really know who or what she was about, most people went to the Casino for the dance beat & drugs, allegedly or so I've heard but not according to Mr Binmanly who said there was never a problem (I heard that too,never a problem getting some) & everyone was high on love & Cola, anyway that's besides the point, what I mean is not many were Soul aficionados & usually were there for other reasons, mainly illegal, unlike your good self. Take care,be safe & remember,"But it was just my 'magination,once again.Running away with me,tell you it was just my 'magination,running away with me", Spot. p.s. Bet you had to check dates first before replying? If not then Dementias not setting in & stop showing off.

Absolutely brilliant, I remember it p*ssing it down & everyone being soaked, which gave an eerie mist of body heat rising up as everyone dried out as it heated up, hardly anyone knew Betty Wright or her music but she enthralled & captivated the crowd, without a doubt the best act to grace the Casino, even the record bar almost emptied!!! Take care,be safe & remember,"Where is the love,where is the love, you promised me", Spot.

MIGHTY MAGNETICS PUMP UP THE VOLUME, WHILST LORRAINE SPARKLES LIKE A CHANDELIER. Boy, oh boy this time it's been a long haul back to consciousness, Chuck Wood said 7 days is to long,well Spot Bott's telling you 4 days is far to long for this old body, I've only just woke up properly. So now for the Weekends wonderment. Thursday blast off to Dingbat Dell to pick up Rosey & Jim of Greetland, my God it's windier than a herd of Heifers after a 24 hour Cabbage binge, so with doors flapping in the breeze we rearrange all our supplies & order in a Pickford's van to take up the slack whilst Shirl say a long Goodbye to every stick of furniture In the house & of course the cat before we re-enter the Wacky Race Track with all the other oscillating cars & leaning or gyrating Lorries. Arrived, after some short de-tours to the sand dunes, beach etc, a few minutes Past 4, bumping into Dave & Steph, Nige Brown plus Mick & Karen Howard, soon in our Boudoir le Chalet de Wales, the buzz on the street is that Dame Nita of Northern Birds & Knee capers anonymous together with Nuvile hand maiden & floor scrubber, Moaning,groaning,whining & pining, that's shit Steve, have arrived Earlier than Saturday in the Lancashire love wagon & dust cart & have taken up residence where Nita is Receiving guest & pests while Ed has stayed behind to flood the gaff till Friday. A short period of R&R till 9'ish then it's out to join a plethora of Soul Starlet's in the shape of ; Chappers & Michelle, Darcy & Jan, Dave & Steph, Kev & Pauline (Our Ken arriving Friday), Snowy & Lynn, Sharon & P for Power Pownall, Babies yed Lynn & Lamb chop Jimmy, Rog & Jen, Jed & Mrs Parker, Prohibition Claxton's Geoff & Sue,Kit & Kaz,Paul McKay, Vicky Green (Steve banned till later),Soul Girl & Lotte, Chrissie & Ali, the Posh & Becks of Soul, mentioning those two, here's an aside that came to light that night; I don't know how The conversation got round to it but Chrissie says, "I'm alright other than having to watch him defuse his Nuts whilst I'm eating!", Me,"What!!", "Ask him to tell you the story", which of course I did, well it seems our Ali likes wearing Budgie smugglers & not shorts on holiday, Speedo's to be precise & due to the humid & Fertile conditions in the Pork Forrest he looked like (Allegedly) a overstuffed & burst sofa with Will of the Wisps & Coconut fibres making a bid for freedom, so he was told to trim, so trim he did & trim & trim until All was gone & his two favourite mates looked like an aged Telly Savalas, anyway the lads at work call him Toe Toucher Ali, he says it looks 4 inches longer (So 5 inch then,YEH!) & Chrissies happy that everything's All neat & tidy downstairs, Ali's had only one problem since & that was at the local baths where he's banned For life after an unfortunate incident where the S detached from his Speedo trunks. Finally two of Fabulous South Yorkshire friends, the smilies of Soul, His Royal Soulness of South Yorkshire Yocky & the lovely HRH Joy. Don't remember much about the music but it was all oldies, I remember Sue Claxton panicking thinking She'd had a record nicked (She put it in wrong sleeve) & Jed Parker acting as her Rescue wine waiter & Taking her up some refreshments to sustain her, what a gent. Stood with Mr MaC & Halina plus Pet Hul Taking in the extravaganza that was laid before us on the dance floor, The Bell Ringer was there from the Off, as was Mrs Haberdashery, Shirl joined in sprinkling fairy dust (Imaginary) far & wide, then came the Tasmanian Devil Dancer who thinks he's the Dogs Danglies, trying to stamp a hole through the floor & Rolling around like those Gymnasts that use Balls, Ribbons or Hoops whilst doing floor work, what is he On or what should he be on????? Also what's all that about in front of the stage? Preening & fannying About like Ballerinas at the bar or Madonna striking a pose to Vogue, stop your jibber jabber you fools, Just dance like you know you can. Miss Ruby Slippers was there also trying to return from Oz & various Amounts of Tiggers having bouncy,flouncy,fun, fun,fun,fun,fun, also was there a short persons convention On? They seemed to be over running the place & I was expecting to see an influx of Snow White's arrive By coach at any moment to take up the slack, having said that one of the lucky sods managed to do a lot Of close dancing with various women & in the process getting lost in enveloping bosoms, he had the widest Grin in the place, ALL NIGHT!!!!! Dame Neet Ma Teet graced us with her favour & presence, together with a New Clairol nutrisse & John Frieda topping, both novelties, the first night outing specially as she normally Take 2 days bathing in Asses milk,or is it milking an Ass, before she joins the lower ranks of Soul humanity & the great unclean masses. Whilst all this is going on Colin is partaking of a little to much falling over juice, To the point where he firstly became that embarrassing dancing Uncle Knobhead at a family wedding Strutting his stuff, then becoming Mr Manly by informing Shirl, "Come on woman, we're off back to the Chalet, now", Shirl beamed & grabbed bag & coat as quick as kid who'd been offered a free night in a candy Factory & was ready for the off & the promise of Luuuve with the Stud of Soul before realising he had Become a Webble Wobbles & he might fall down & there was more chance romancing the Laaav that her With Luuv, never mind Shirl there's always next year. By 12.30 I'm flagging badly, as are most people around Me, so I leave Gail in the capable hands of Dave & Steph before heading back to prepare mind & body to come out & play with the Big Boys starting Fun Friday afternoon, as the buzzing & whirring subsides in my head & my cup of Tetley's T does it soothing thing Gail & Steph decide to spend a last few moments & a nightcap with me. Shortly after Steph leaves we are paid a visit firstly from above by the Dutch Dickheads & Donuts Clog dancing & Yawping team, followed promptly by next doors Run DMC, P. Diddy party night with extra loud squawking on the side, so Gail being the caring person she is left the smoke alarm screaming it's wake up call for a longer than normal period next morning whilst crisping up my bacon, just as a gentle reminder about other peoples considerations you know. So I'm almost refreshed for Friday kick off after collecting the papers, filling my face with Bacon & Tom butties plus a nice wash down cuppa, so I ring to arrange a bracing Sea front amble for our gang & Pauline & Kev are willing & able, although Kev seems to have been slipped a dodgy pint which on top of the "You look like you need feeding up so here is half a side of Beef & enough Turkey to feed the Isle of Man Carvery, plus I think I fancy you Mr Gay Icon", has taken it's toll & recovery time will be 11 am, Colin on the other hand cannot join us till we partake of the £3.60 Carvery at 2 pm, why I hear you ask?? Because Shirl has found to her amazement that she has only packed Night time clothes & not day time ones & as Colin won't lend her any of his shirts to get her by she must venture into Prest-tropolice, now I'm bemused as how this happened as we loaded enough outfits to cloth a small African Republic with enough coats on the back seat with Shirl & Gail to kit out an Inuit tribe for a harsh winter, I suppose it must have been the fact that we could quiet get that Schreiber double wardrobe with integrated draws tied down properly on the roof that did it or I suppose we could have discarded Colin & My luggage of 2 Tesco bags for life & an Iceland large freezer bag to make room for another 8 or 9 outfits of necessity, not very considerate on our part I know, we'll try more next time, anyway Taxi's here for Shirl & off she goes to scour the Hardware & Charity of the Town, later to return a multipack of Marigolds together with variety pack of 10 Dusters & Large Shammy leathers & a wing & pray that she may at least be able to cobble together some form of Fetish wear or modesty cover, well if Madonna can do it at her age why not Shirl, having said that I think you got your work cut out girl but good luck. So it's out the main gate passed the Beaches Hotel & up onto the sea defences, lets go right this time past the sailing club, mistake as we go up on the path in the Dunes we enter dog she*t drive, some in bags, some Eau Natural but all disgusting, so the animal lovers of Wales are as bad as those in England, to those who leave the mess I hope it's your kids or Grandchildren that end up ill because of it, this Island is becoming a Dog Bog & it's my pet hate (Can you tell?) it's about time we started catching & prosecuting the buggars & giving big fines or kill the pet, I know it's not the pets fault but it would bleeding well make them think twice about doing it again, if need be I'd do it for expenses only & let the kids watch, she how Mum & Dad felt then, callous maybe but my old neighbour is ill & on medication for this reason ok, rant over. We decided to walk the way towards Rhyl, boy was it bracing, so after about 30 min's or so & much complaining about hair needing redoing etc we headed inland for a sheltered walk & refreshments bumping into Billy & Nita for a chat on the homeward leg before regrouping on Shirl's return to head out for lunch & to meet up with Mike Cog at the same time. Dave & Donna arrive as do Big Ian,Debbie & Sue but no Patto, they'll be joining Tony & Tracy for an intimate 5 share a Chalet, no time to stop as there's a Yorkshire pud with my name on it just a mile up the road. My it's funny how load 6 people can become & after having our fill of food & the Manager having his fill of us we left, before being bodily removed, boy did we have a laugh though,Shirley being the loo straggler comment on how all eyes turned to her & you could hear a pin drop a she scurried out, Ooop's. Back to Stalag 5 for a kip & refreshments, also giving for lunch/tea to settle, a couple of hours later it's sort Paul & Kev H's stuff at the gate as they won't arrive till after 10pm, then into the Vic to listen to some decent music from Keith Money, Karl Rhodes, Stu Cheetham etc then off through the Vale of Horse sweat to say a few "Hello's" before heading back to join Mr James & I'm glad I did, he was as good as I expected, left once we were back to 8 minute music, 4's more than enough for me. Found Big Ian, Big Paul & Kev H, from then on it was a lot of wandering between rooms so I don't remember that much but I do remember Cunnie playing a great 70's spot, infact I settled in for the full hour & scene of the night involves Dave Raistrick & some basic Gymnastic moves while leaving the stage after his spot, given the choice of 2 sets of stairs he is thrown for a minute & while wondering if he's chosen the correct one he forgets just how many steps are there & trys a Pommel Horse dismount into the dark two steps early,now this is easily corrected normally but not whilst lugging two large record boxes along, so becomes the Nadia Comaneci of Soul doing a Tsukahara with a kip dismount & Pike terminating with him head butting a large speaker, which in fact sorted the poor sound quality, so a bit of a result there then, no records or equipment came to any harm, Dave however had a lumpy leg & head, a blooded hand but a badly bruised & damaged ego, he will however recover before Skeggy Weekender, Donna & Gail being the caring ER/Holby City type showed their concern for Dave's predicament by almost wetting themselves with laughing & giggling & tittering about it like Frankie Howard till Sunday. Before to long it was 7 am so once more back to El Chal & another restful day after doing my paper round, the day is indispersed with Nita Greeter bombarding me with with Earthquake text's & updates on the noisy buggars she's sharing with & how she will reek her revenge in the dead of night,all this done in lilting rhyme & becomes the new Bob Dylan of Bolton, apparently Steve tried this later but sounded more like Bob Di*do than Dylan. Up at 6 to catch up with Sport & a proper sit down tea of Spag Bol with my lovely lady, Gail gets ready as she has to leave & rescue Steph's hair again but we're both hi-jacked by Dick & Dom (Paul & Kev) & tales of yor, just one beer then we're off, my arse, 3 beers later & me stinking like a polecat (because of no shower) Gail rescues me by forcing them to chaperone her out, Kev is still hanging on for grim death & the last word, using the I'll finish my bottle first ploy, finally I hit the shower but wait who's that at the door? Oh it's Steph, even the sight of me in a towel can usher her out quickly, I may have to really frighten her & discard it altogether but she leaves just in the nick of time, so once more into the breech dear friend or shower as the case may be, no,no,no, not again, I'll never be ready, Oh lovely it's Big Paul come back to squirrel something away in his room & has decided he'd wait for me in case I get lost, I think he's scared of the dark really & bugg*r me he even takes my last Becks, can a man have nothing!!!!! By 11.25pm I finally make into the main Arena to help celebrate Pauline's 25th Birthday, soon Paul has deserted me to find his missing limb Kev, so I hit the bar & the company of Nige Brown & Pope John Ray (Ginger), we chat merrily & watch some of the acts while Gail joined Dave & Donna, Dave & Steph,Dave & Louise Welding,Dave Rimblock, Johnny Veston,Ted Massey,Mr & Mrs Soul, The Clackers with Joy Jelly plus Mr & Mrs Parker, M'Lady. Quick word with Chris King & the main attraction hit the stage, The Volumes who are as good as I remember them, there are John Poole & Mark Fletcher looking on like proud & doting parents taking in the scene all around of their baby hitting it's teen years. After the event it's back to normal so spend sometime chatting with Ian Dewhirst about old times & pensions of all things then it's onto my exceptional good friend the Monacled Mountaineer, the Sat-Nav of Soul & South Yorkshires answer to Beau Brummel Nel & Jean the Countess of Coinisborough, after a dam good belly laugh as always with my mate Nel it's off to find Tony & Tracy,Ian & the witches of Eastwick,Nicola & Gilly,John & Jen, Tezza & Jan, Cog,Chris & Ingrid, Shorny, Mick H, Ian & the Ladies of Madison County, the Notts City Clunges, Mandy & Wendy, Mandy was supposedly wearing a scary mask but no I don't think so, she looked same as ever to me!!! Stayed for Sam, Joan, Mick H & Keith Money before the invading stench of rancid cooking fat & steam veg overcame me & I had to leave, I know I'm a wimp, before I left though Shirley got her bag & coat & left 3 times but when I left she was still there, talk about indecisive!!!!!!!!!!!!! So into the Horse sweat room where we spot Neil Rushton & Marie for a chat plus Steve Woomble & the Hull Quartet, also Andy & Debbie Riley & spend a little time with Terry & June (Lesley) of Donny, this is where the special ones congregate (Well they think their special) & there all in Red is Kid Creole & his Coco Pops, a lot of gyrating & preening along the bar edge with plenty of Bootyilicous shaking & shimmying all around & that was just the fella's, be careful you don't spill you Brandy & Babycham or Cherry B !!!!!!!! Testosterone Tent closed & it's home for the light weights & back into the Lions Den for us till 7 again, there I almost missed the main attraction of the weekend, which was a Lovely Lady who it seemed had been sewn into a long Green dress which had a key hole front for her marvellous bosom to peak through, well actually it looked like two bald Sumo wrestlers trying to fight their way from beneath a tarpaulin & not quiet managing, by the look of all the swivelling necks, tongues on floor & gallons of drool it was very well received & highly appreciated by almost all the men in her vicinity, I however only noticed the lovely cut of the dress & the glossiness of her hair, HONEST!!!! After the long night I needed a long lay down but by Noon I had arranged the Birthday Lunch at the Hot Wok for Pauline & Shirl (Birthday Monday), so a table for 8 at 2pm, if you love Eastern food try this place it's worth the drive. Sunday just a chill out day readying ones self for the return leg, so we arrange to leave for Mold at 1.25pm,Kev & Steph turn up & we drive round to Col & Shirl's, that's when it goes tits up, Pauline & Kenny can't find their way to Kev's car & Shirl is taking an eternity to get out of the room, after 20 min's we rang, "I just at the door with the keys", ten more min's & still no sign, is she hurt? Is she lost? Has she been abducted by Aliens? Or has she taken to saying Goodbye to everything in the Chalet as she does when leaving home in Greetland? We never did find out but needless to say we arrived extremely late at the Hot Wok, so late in fact they rang us to see if was a hoax booking, mind you the de-tour & roadwork's didn't help, having said all that the meal was excellent as always, with some of us getting a chilli surprise, specially Steph who's face looked like a bright red balloon about to burst. Back into Camp for Shave,Shower & Sh*te & back to see the weekend out, spending time with the diehards, there still a good crowd in & about but it's thinning out swiftly, I was however entertained by one of the Flowerpot men not sure which, Bill or Ben but does it matter, dressed in the rather fetching attire of Hat,Gloves & flap down Dungarees minus t-shirt he is a danger to shipping & anything in his way, he fires off from either on or by the stage like an Excocet Missile or Olga Korbut on crack doing cartwheels or flick flacks across the floor, he parts the people like Moses parting the Red Sea & the look of horror on the faces of the dancers as they scurry out of his way is exquisite, one day someone will become his victim in a tangle of limbs & extremities & need hospital treatment, his next outing should be Stoke Kings Hall where he will be warding off the evil spirits & hoping for a little rain, My God don't you just love em? A further wander about & it seems most people are losing or have lost their voices (Dry Heat in Chalets, me Nan always said it was no good for you) I bump into Babies yed (Lynne) who can hardly say a word, what a lucky fella Jimmy is, she's even lost her voice again so he can have a restful nights sleep & a peaceful drive home,bless!! By Midnight I was beginning to crash & burn until I just melted into a puddle & disappeared to the room & my final resting place, till morning at least. Morning has broken like the first morning, I have been woken by frigging seagulls, they squawk when they hear me, they squawk when their near me, they've shit on my mate Kev & all over my car. Anyway it's Shirls Birthday proper so she gets a lie in, we load the Battle Bus & head round to theirs where we fill every corner, nook, cranny & crevice of the car & seem as always to be leaving with more than we came with, even though we have no booze left which took up a third of the boot & Shirl & Gail can make a pretend tent in the back with all the left over coats, before leaving the Royal Cavalcade carrying His Royal Smiliness & Her Royal Loveliness, King & Queen Yoxall of Yorkshire stop to wish us a safe & speedy return to civilisation before speeding off for their daily Royal duties, such nice people & normal for Royality not posh at all. Just time for Shirl to wish the Fixtures & fitting a good season & a goodbye before heading of to Canteen land so Col can replenish his sugar stores, there's already a straggly & weary bunch dining as we settle in, soon we're joined by Hoss & Tracy, Jen & Roger who look like they've all been pullede through the same Hawthorn bush a couple of times & Jester Banks is sporting a Nero Laurel Crown with a plastic 4 pack ring as glasses & an "Out of Order" sign on his chest, this we've known for years Rog, Jen's found the two bags of fags & the blue tack has been removed from inside her hi-heels (In Jokes), God only knows what Mr Bell thought as he sat silently eating his breakfast!!!!! Soon were all wedge into the car & heading for the hills, I know we've had a good time as Shirl's speaking in Patwa rhyme & an obscure dialect from a little known Amazonian tribe, Col's doing an impression of Bing Crosby crossed with Foghorn Leghorn, Gail's trying to silence Mrs Sat-Nav with a shrill & cackle, Me? I'm hanging on for grim death with white knuckles trying to keep the show literally on the road, which is hard as the beast sways, bounces & weaves with all the hugh belly laughs & rolling from side to side as we mull over yet another wicked weekend. So a BIG THANK YOU to John Poole & Mark Fletcher for once again aiding us in a cracking weekend & we'll see you next time but may be only for 3 days, cos the mind is willing but the flesh is weak & getting weaker by the minute. Take care, be safe & remember," We walked him to the station in the rain, We kissed him as we put him on the train, We sang him songs of times long gone, Though we knew that we'd be seeing him again", Spot.

Totally mullered, struggling to write this as I prepare to go to work, it'll take days to regroup & do my full match report but it will happen, btw it was worth it as always. Take care (Of me), be safe (On the road today) & remember," Keep out of Goole today as I'm in charge of a vehicle & can't remember anything,even my name", Spot.

I KNOW IT'S LAST,LAST MINUTE BUT THAT'S TYPICAL OF MY MATE NELL. If anyone or you know anyone out there with 2 wrsitbands for sale (Have tried all people listed on here selling) could you contact Nell on 077930603456 or 01709858615 or even 0170986606. Thank's all you loveley people, now I'm off to Prestatyn. Take care, be safe & remember, " One day it might be you", Spot.

HEY I KNOW IT'S LAST MINUTE & I'M ASKING THE IMPOSSIBLE BUT THERE MUST BE A COUPLE OF SPARE WRISTBANDS OUT THERE. MY MATE WAS ADAMANT TILL THIS MORNING HE DIDN'T WANNA GO BUT YOU GUESSED HE'S CHANGED HIS MIND. So if you can be of any help help txt or phone NEL on 07930603456 or 01709858615 or 01709866806. Here's hoping & wishing that there's a Good Angel out there or a least someone who wants £60. One day he might plan in advance. Take care, be safe & remember,"One day it might be you", Spot.

Try looking in the Weekender Talk section & also in sales, seem to remember seeing some there.