What a night! What a bloody night!
It all started with a few practice throws and a pre-load pint of Great Oakley Wot's Occuring at the Red Lion, Middleton. The beer was in fine form, the skittles were falling to order, and things were looking good...
Then on to the Conservative Club, Rothwell. Our usual driver, Fiona 'Where's My Scones' Barby, was still serving time in the Red Lion kitchen, so John 'Glasses Optional' Rennie treated us to a high-speed rollercoaster ride on roads less travelled. Dodging tender young Muntjac, and pot-roast-able Pheasants, we careered down the potholed back roads of rural Northamptonshire. Somehow we conspired to miss both, so the Red Lion Game Supper is on hold for another week...
The Conny Club is a fine old edifice in the heart of historic Rothwell. Busy for a Tuesday, and all-of-a-click with the sound of Dominoes, and the serious business of competitive Cribbage. The Skittles table is tucked away in a corner, presided over by a formidable portrait of Her Royal Highness, Lady Thatcher of Grantham. The skittles were visibly trembling under her sour gaze. I considered asking whether this somewhat off-putting portrait could be turned round for the night, but thought better of it on this historic night for Tory's of all persuasions, even the Conservative ones! Apparently, the Lady's Not For Turning...
Thankfully, there was nothing sour about the ales on offer. Greene King IPA, Adnams Broadside, and Caledonian Flying Dutchman, a pleasant Wit Beer from somewhere up north of the border. Northamptonshire clubland surprises me again, and beer wins the day once more!
The skittles? Ah yes!... We lost... Quite badly actually, though the Beer Leg was a closer run thing. Oh well! A good night on the beer, Gordon Brown finally does the right thing, two out of three ain't bad!
Next Match (Home): Services Club 'B', Desborough
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