Another Chuffing Mystery 7th December 2007
Up for this
year’s Mystery Curry Night were the usual suspects along with a squarrette and
a divineshire farmer for the very first time.
Nice-one Matt and Moonbeam were late fallers and Beardee couldn’t be
bothered…. Or could he? Dan the Man was
held up and had given up, so his seat was taken up by Divine Steve who was
denied the prospect of sitting Zollette on his knee for the night.
Click on
the train for photos
Our one and
only driver, Ronnie, turned up bright and early, having started with his first
pick up at Penkhull at 5pm. After a
quick run through with Ronnie, Yup called the troops onto the bus. Just before we set off, Mid Week Tone
expressed the thanks of the squarrites (and squarrette) to the Yupmeister for
all his efforts throughout the year by presenting him with a bottle of
Jamesons. Many thanks chaps. And with that the bus pulled off down the
A500 and then eastwards along the A50.
Ronnie turned up the slip road at the Meir tunnel only to return to the
A50 again before hitting
Despite all
the preparations and dry runs Yup wasn’t prepared for the road works which had
suddenly sprung up overnight, but Ronnie’s sat nav exploded into action and he
expertly diverted the bus to our first stop, the Foxfield Railway Bar.
The staff at
the Foxfield, who are all voluntary I believe, had agreed to open up especially
for us tonight, including the engine sheds for those interested in seeing
Thomas the Tank Engine gleaming under the Christmas lights. The Foxfield arranges rail ale trips on a
regular basis, combined with authentic Indian meals. Perhaps we should include one on the itinery
for 2008?
One of the
clues for this first stop had almost been rumbled by Mr Tahoohigh who had
guessed the album correctly but not the right track; ‘This is not a wind up,
and definitely not on 'songs from the wood'.
This had referred to the track ‘Locomotive Breath’ on their aqualung
album where ‘Johnny stole the handle, and the train….’. Hard lines Joseph. I told you the clues were easy though this
year.
Pork pies
and sausage rolls were laid out for us and a quartet of real ales were on
offer. As we stood around gradually
absorbing the toxic liquids, Santa entered the room, brandishing a walking
stick and a collection bucket for the Foxfield Railway volunteers. Grunts and groans echoed around the room
until Santa could take no more and he revealed himself as the one and only
Beardee to the astonishment of all around.
The days of trying on the red suit and disguising his nose had finally
taken it out of him as he sat down to a well earned pint of ale with Jackie
sitting on his knee. For some strange
reason he was quite happy to remain sitting.
A quick
‘thank you to the staff’ and an ‘all aboard’ announcement was made. Divine necked a pint of lager in 3.6 seconds,
much to the amazement of Jay Cee, before we set off on a 20 minute run, with
‘ooohs’ and ‘arhs’, as Ronnie feigned stops at Tean, before taking a narrow
country lane to the next pub, The Robin Hood at Bramshall.
Oakham’s
JHB was connected up for us as we squeezed into the lounge area, although some
of the keener ones may have missed out.
Several took up darts in the bar where someone attempted to clear the
place by letting rip. A party of 50 revellers
began to turn up for a pre-booked meal, wishing that they’d turned up on a
different night.
The duck
keeping the door ajar was ‘almost Tuck’, who was of course a good mate of Robin
Hood. Another dead give away. The pub is frequented by Heavy Steve Machine
but even he failed to spot the clues!!
When we
returned to the bus it was time for the winner of the ‘No-bell’ prize to be
announced. There had been some interesting
guesses this year ranging from
A chillie
draw was on the cards again with 5 guessing Uttoxeter; namely Richee, Granpop,
DCeen, Mr Tahoohigh, and Sparky. All wrong
of course but these were the closest to the venue.
Ronnie drew
the chillies out of the balti dish one by one, 4 red and one green and finally
selected this year’s winner, Sparky, who had come second the year previous.
So finally
we set off to the Indian where we were to take over the whole dining area. Only 2 other people were dining but they soon
moved on as we grew louder. The Ruchi
restaurant in Abbotts Bromley was previously just a pub, The Royal Oak, until
just a year or so ago and is now building a good reputation in the area. Abbotts Bromley, is famous of course for its
traditional ‘Horn Dance’ which it stages every September. Antlers are worn and one of the named
characters is Marian. Hence the clues
‘lock-in’ and ‘Richie - Lionel (Blairs) dancing shoes’. It was so obvious!! And for anyone wondering where the ‘duck’ and
‘grouse’ were, well these could be found in the bar if you had managed to take
a look.
Poppodoms,
starters and drinks were served without delay before Yup attempted a run through
of this year’s highlights, many of which were drowned out in the odd shaped
room. The full review can of course be found
on the web site when I finally get time to update it, for anyone interested.
Yup’s first
duty of embarrassing the ‘last to pay’ was made difficult this year, with latecomers
Lancelot, Mark and Steve who could not really be blamed for their late deposits. So the award this year was switched to the
first to pay presented to the nutty professor Keithee ‘I’m up for it’, who is
always first and always up for it. Santa
was beckoned from the Beardee table to present the various awards from his
sack.
Mid week
Tone was presented with a bottle of red African wine, to thank him for his
alements, and to help in replacing one of the bottles he had been forced to
pour away with much regret at the customs desk on his return from
A well
balanced bottle of red went to our first retired squarrites Jacko who had just
returned from Oz, and a tracker went to Pedro to ensure he doesn’t go missing
in the future. Beardee’s memorable,
fine, smooth bowling skills of 12 months earlier was recalled and Santa
presented himself with cans of ‘extra smooth’. Yuck.
November’s
trip to
Several
thanks were handed out including thanks to Santa who is only seen of course
once a year, to Colin who would be entertaining us on the way back later, the
Ruchi and our one and only Ronnie.
A balti
dish lid was grabbed by Beardee and used in poses for the camera.
The journey
back was slightly more straight forward with just one drop off before the
Westbury, near
The Beardee
boys took up the rear seats and were soon seen snoozing like nodding dogs on
the back shelf.
Another
chuffing good mystery.
Now, where
to next year???
Regards
Yupmeister