Click here for pictures. Courtesy of Fred Martin
A ferry good night, if I remember right. First day of WWII's
Holiday, and a club event to kick it off, with three weeks to get over it,
brill.
Well, as I remember it, we were on the Commodore's boat, helping him to reduce
the amount of whisky that was affecting the general trim of the vessel.
The next thing that I remember was someone saying the food starts at seven,
we must get ready (I thought I was ready). Anyway, being adaptable and willing
to drink anywhere, we moved over to the pub. Now all the club members that
were not at sea, down river, on holiday generally (not with boat), working,
too stressed, too far to get to, sick, boat not working or set out by car
and are still look for the pub, turned up to rock and roll with Tin Men.
Now as I remember it, thirty-eight on the Commodore's boat was quite a lot,
but in the dance hall of the Ferry, well shall we say, we had bit more room.
I think the food turned up next, well organised by our Commodore and our Commodore
well organised by his wife! All was soon devoured to the refrains of the Tin
Men's Disco.
The Tin Men's live act got under way so did the dancing. Now its all of a
blur from here on, but, as I remember it, sat as I was with my bad hip, bad
back and a sick note for all to see, looking to the dance floor I thought
the tablets had run out. There were MALE boaters dancing around their handbags,
well somebody's handbags, there were at least two Chris -is-is (come to think
of it there was two of everything). Dropping my sick note into my handbag,
I was strangely drawn to the centre with all the other Chris-is-is.
I think it was a good night. I have no idea what the rest of them thought,
but the Chris-is-is seemed to like it.
WWII July 01