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The aftermath

January 27, 2014

With the main birthday celebrations over, it was time for the chill down, as I think it is referred to by those young whippersnappers who insist on wearing their trousers midway between waist and ankles. A very late night on Saturday should have been followed by a mellow Sunday, after an excellent welcome by a number of my friends to my good self into the seventh decade. However, it seems that fate had one last kick in the balls for that idea. I had dared to hope for a quiet last few days before officially becoming an old git. I was to be disappointed.

The man I blame the most is one famous pop star John Otway, who had unwisely accepted an invitation to play a show in our local pub, the White Hart (so local that it is next door to our house in Arundel) the day after the big party, which it should be noted, had not finished until around 5am the same morning. In order to get towards that last hurdle, a mass application of Bloody Mary’s to all the remaining visitors to Arundel for my decade-changing status was required. Even that hardiest and the most stout-hearted were in need of a kick-start to go to the pub.

Once there of course, and after a relatively short period of time, normal service was resumed and a splendid performance by that aforementioned pop star, was the precursor to another afternoon of liver punishing revelry. Any sensible person, having experienced utter excess of the weekend so far would have expected the reasonably aged population to have accepted the inevitable and quietly wound down towards recuperation and recovery, but us nearly 60 year olds had different ideas. The Kings Arms and a take away curry (again) became the focus of attention last night.

townhouse spectacle

A famous author gets the Headbutts treatment at the hands of John Otway and Wild Willy Barrett

Many pictures are emerging of the events surrounding the night before and I have to say that few, if any of them are very pretty. It was a wonderful evening of seeing old friends, being entertained by famous pop stars and enjoying fine food and wine, but most of the pictures that have surfaced over the past few days, mostly on Facebook, have failed to capture the gentle and refined nature of the evening. That, or the evening was so much more debauched than I recall.

Returning late from The Kings Head and full of curry and beer, I was ready for a gentle descent into normality, but this was hard to achieve with a gaggle of Sprog friends infesting the house and a rejuvenated Nice Lady Decorator, who decided to join the juvenile throng and start dancing, which was my cue to head to bed.

This morning I shall collect David Goulding DFC, aged 91, and take him to the Sussex over 60’s cricket net practice. David had remembered that I had told him about Mr Otway performing at the pub, and duly turned up to witness him in his pomp. David once played in the Golden Oldies cricket tournament which I had played in Harrogate and Adelaide. The Golden Oldies cricket festival, in which the minimum age to be eligible is 40, takes place every two years and regularly attracts as many as 50 teams from all over the world. The next one is scheduled for Cape Town in 2015, and I am pleased to say that I shall be in attendance, assuming something like not having an account with Currencies Direct does not afflict me in the meantime.

Chris France
@Valbonne_News

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7 Comments leave one →
  1. Rev. Jeff. permalink
    January 27, 2014 12:08 pm

    Chris was dreaming of sexy young bed sluts,
    At sixty he’d risk having red nuts !
    Then he woke with a start,
    And knew in his heart,
    He’d be lucky to even get head……..butts !!!

    Sorry everyone even I think this is beyond the pale !! Betty avert your eyes now !!

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    • January 27, 2014 1:11 pm

      Oh my goodness, REV. !!!!!!

      I’m a sensitive lady, God knows !
      And I’m piqued by such innuendos !
      So allergic am I
      That I die, almost … why ?
      From pure shock of suggestions like those !

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  2. Rev. Jeff. permalink
    January 27, 2014 1:57 pm

    Love it Betty !!!

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  3. Helen permalink
    January 27, 2014 2:06 pm

    Golden oldies, they like to play cricket
    but at their age , it’s not quite the ticket
    they are all over fifty
    & not quite so nifty
    Will the end be
    a real sticky wicket ?

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  4. Rev. Jeff. permalink
    January 27, 2014 6:42 pm

    Very good Helen-you really are getting better all the time. How’s the holiday going ? Or have you emigrated ?!!

    As my earlier offering obviously didn’t cause too much offence, except of course to the beautiful but sensitive Betty, I’ve decided to post the original version. Bear in mind one of Otway’s most loved songs is called ‘ Give it ‘eadbutts’ which is the one Chris has been talking about.

    Chris awoke from a dream about bed sluts,
    Then proceeded to give himself red nuts,
    He said ‘Issy dear,
    Stick your head under here’,
    So what did she do? Give it ‘ead…..butts !!

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    • Helen Blackburn permalink
      January 27, 2014 7:39 pm

      Original version funniest,!, Dear Rev. but thank you for being so sensitive to your readers…am glad you reposted.. No have not emigrated, am a bit like Chris, enjoy lying about in the sunshine… Have my Xmas gift Bose headphones on at the moment, listening to Argentinian Tango..not at all bad 🙂

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  5. Rev. Jeff. permalink
    January 27, 2014 10:33 pm

    Yes I think you’re right Helen. Argentinian Tango sounds great to me ! Have fun and keep the limericks coming.

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