Greetings fellow Aquarians!
Well at least we have an alternative to being Fellow Charlies or Fellow Charlatans.
The sounds emanating from the club house pm Saturday 17 September were Alastair Gray slaving over a hot stove and other appliances. Having made such an incredible effort with his meal preparation he then tried to prevent us from getting to the table by blocking the pathway with his car. Not to be outdone the attendees either squeezed through the gap by the wall or hung by their fingertips over the river bank but we all got there, I think?
Once in the club the usual Gray chaos was evident with an air of uncertain expectation hanging over the place. The proceedings eventually advance and despite a strong aroma of burning custard, we all managed to get through his fantastic offerings; menu. Sadly the microwave was unkind to his spotted dick making it so hard it was difficult to chew.
Following the meal Sir John Falstaff was asked to introduce himself and propose a toast to the ladies and he did so in his usual objective fashion. The reply to the toast was bravely presented by Clara who had no idea she would be called when she stepped through the door. Despite her disadvantage she demolished Sir John in the same ungrateful way women treat us of the more sensitive sex. Good one Clara!
Then Rodger took over with his keyboard and we were treated to various attempts to Brush Up Our Shakespeare all of which ended in the same chaotic fashion as had gone before. Anyway as next year’s practice try this; Brush up your Shakespeare
All in all an evening of fine food and good fun, it was a huge effort by Alastair so thank you very much and thanks to the band that cleaned up later.