THE PARTY ITSELF

For technical reasons there is a hold up with getting shots taken on the day up to the site.

Many of these problems can be laid at the door of the Demon Drink and a slow broadband speed at your correspondents site. As an appetite whetter I have put the following shots up more as a warning to the young than a record of the event.

What could be more innocent a scene than Helen and Richard Bateman at the bar.

It isn’t the bartenders though it’s the drink what does it.

You would never guess from this shot of your writer that he was only 42! and this after only three drinks. You can see why Tony is trying to get me banned, not just from Reeves Lane but the Western end of the Village. Be warned you young people.

More, much more photographs to come when BT pull their finger out.

While we were all besporting ourselves at the hall, Cynthia, one of the villages Nonagenarians, was stuck in hospital in Rutland memorial Hospital. She would welcome visitors by the way.  Joanne took her in a small presentation cake and gave her all of our best wishes. Cynthia has especially asked that her thanks be passed to all who thought of her and I would add, shame on those that didn’t.

There is really only one person in the village who knows how to get the marque together. Mary was away in France and we more or less managed to assemble it. Mary has just given it the once over in this shot.

A shot taken before the revellers arrived.

The Guests of Honour, our very own Nonagenarians, Starting with Tony Clark then Dorothy Buckby, Sheila Love is later this year,on the right Dennis Whight,

June  and David leith, 90 a few weeks ago and Gloria Wight who is still a Sprog.

A shot taken as things started to warm and fill up.

The marque nearly full, just waiting for Doreen.

And here she is explaining how she waved the flag at the Spithead Review.

Some guests from Oakham.

Happy Jazz. We like them and they appear to like us. Everyone said they enjoyed the music.

And the cakes are all ours he said!

Roger the Clock at the refined table, pleasantries over he was busy polishing his thermometer. He assured me it read one degree high but should ensure he and Sylvia didn’t go down with any of Richards famous Salmonella, Royal or not!

Who ate all the cream?

Of course the serious business of the day was toasting the Queen, it done with due ceremony, Sally proposing “The Queen”

During most of the day Roger was checking Bryan and Richard’s culinary efforts. “Not had anyone go down with ours” Richard assured him, at least not at an event. Note the wheels. They were square and I assumed they were damaged but Richard said this was to shake up the charcoal. Not been the same since I fitted round ones he complained.

Bryan has let me have some shots he took on the day, no notes so I present them as they arrived.

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Anybody got some photographs taken on the day? Please let John, the Wise Man of Wing, or myself have them and we can share them round on the site.