Two sunny september afternoons, lunch on the steps.
Small size rugby pitches, a cricket oval for a carpark and deserted miscellany of stone buildings. private school associated with two female monarchs. A remote aristo with divorced, separated, remarried – the whole gamut of dysfunction. Still its the figurehead that’s the thing.
A cavernous main hall.
Rupert arrived with a flourish on both days – first in a convertable, second just late enough to attract attention and then has the cheek to get someone else to do up his bowtie. His agent demands it he says.
Two others were later. Ibbo bunked off early from work in Moscow to arrive at three-quarter time on day 1. At a soccer match he’d’ve got in for nowt. Barry Meers nearly missed the photograph at the beginning of day 2. Family commitments and traffic. He got changed in the car park – in full view, nothing left to the imagination. Our two monarchs were forced to avert their gaze.
Elizabeth keeps on smiling whatever. More than a figurehead, sleeves rolled up in the muck and bullets
Ann gives it the angry sweeping arpeggio, with something barely decipherable just under the breath.
Singing was ok, but it was more about the quality of conversation during the downtime. Elizabeth and Ann closeted in a back room somewhere with Bob Carrick’s prospective son-in-law who looked like roadies do the whole world over.He got us to do a one note. ‘Do it like a mexican wave’ oh right oh
Creativity and software programming – Clive is now apprenticed to an art teacher. Dalgethy suggested we commission a drawing for each of the following editions so we can all see how he’s doing.
Reminiscences of Holmfirth High School rugby
Lapsing from religion, I share a methodist past with Ibbo. Terry and Andy confessed to a prior leaning towards the left foot. It then deteriorated into abuse, funny but unprintable. As were Graham’s alleged remarks about Banbury – something about a cock horse. Terry with the wicked cock-eyed sense of the ridiculous when it comes to our most revered institutions.
Absent friends Barry Garside away on a French train – how does he get cheap tickets? Dick Bovington and Ian Lister from the basses and Derek Haigh from the tenors. He wasn’t golfing in Scarborough was he?
And the perennial – Len. Stories abound, sad, funny a2nd angry in equal measure. You weren’t a fully paid up member of the choir until you’d had an interaction. Deprived otherwise.
Tiring physically and musically. Lisa Jane was the hardest
Difficulty getting ‘up for it’ even Ray had stopped rocking.
The first Queen Elizabeth – daughter of Henry VIII and one of the many Queen Anne’s for her mother, beheaded, making QE1 a bastard. Executed her half-sister?, presided over the Shakespearian moment and lead the country into disrepair. QE2 a remote aristo with an odd family. These are the patrons of our venue.
