Jonny wrote:As an attendee, and first time attendent of the 'shoe (as it is affectionately known by the locals), I was blown away.
The pub has that effect on people. Their Sunday-to-Thursday ethos is cater for the rock-n-roll culture, then on Friday and Saturday nights they play music for chavs - which subsidises everything else, to be fair.
Jonny wrote:And, in a Partridge moment, I got really annoyed with the Wellingborough one way system!
Think of us who have to live here! We think the town planner is a masochist.
Jonny wrote:The night was so slick
Stop being sarcastic!
Jonny wrote:and I must admit, Norman Collier did an really good job of compering...
Fair comment!
Jonny wrote:Dear old Candy , after the magic sketch, decided to come for an embrace and preceded to coat me in goo. I was covered, so ho hum, what the hell!
Yeah, I found it ironic that only one of the people on the Splosh table had got messed up. Glad that changed later on!
Jonny wrote:The phantom(s) , but the main phantom was very very devious (and looked rather cute, if I may be so bold
Indeed, very true.
Jonny wrote:in the ensuing free for all, I made sure I got her good with a bucket of gunge! She felt victimised, I said she needed a better union!
I think I have you on the video camera doing that. Rory also got her. Thick grey gunge, IIRC.
Jonny wrote:In the free for all that concluded the night, many people who were clean were soon setup for a bucket or two. One one gentleman was accosted by a young lass, who shouted give me a bucket! She did recieve a bucket to pour over the clean man, but received the end of my bucket too... Well she did ask for it.
Yep, protagonists deserve it even more than the victims. Which is probably why I might have been the most gunged person at the end of it.
Jonny wrote:Trudging back to the car park whilst covered in foam and gunge, some strange looks, including a bemused kebab salesman when us lot trudged in with congealed red gunge, and they asked what had happened to us, thinking that we'd been in a fight.
Exactly the same thing happened to Rory on our Halloween Night last year. I sometimes wonder if Rory is a closet wammer, as he is usually the first to start an impromptu food fight.
Anyway, back on Halloween, Rory found a supply of fake blood, and decided to flick it over my friend, and then over some other girls. And it just became mayhem. It was realistic stuff too. So he walks out of the pub at the end of the night, his face dripping with 'blood', so a whole load of Turkish kebab staff (he lives nearby, so knows them well) looked absolutely astonished and offered to call for an ambulance!
Jonny wrote:But tip top, good atmsophere, great craic, and big thumbs up for Pete for organising the chaos!
Couldn't have done it without Nick and Debs, and of course, the folk from the TiswasOnline forum who mixed up the gunge for hours beforehand, and those who helped on the script!
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