Club Christmas Party 2009



By gum, it came round quick!

Last time I looked it was September, then we jumped straight to December, I'm sure it's got something to do with global warping...is that the right term? I'm sure I've heard something similar...

Friday afternoon saw a bunch of us turn up in sunny/foggy (depending on elevation/route) Derbyshire. Where we unloaded the vehicles and set to, decorating the place.

We actually got to witness the very rare occasion of MTL actually getting very wobbly-drunk and buggering off to bed

Before we knew it, the alcohol was flowing and we were singing and dancing into the wee small hours, having a whale of a time!

We actually got to witness the very rare occasion of MTL actually getting very wobbly-drunk and buggering off to bed. Not something you see every day. In fact it's the first time I've seen it in about six years!!! What a result! (And he looked like a bag-o-shite next morning, too. He he!)

Despite soft-arse MTL leaving us in the lurch, we managed to party on till about 7am, before we gave in and staggered off to bed.

Here I must apologies to Steve. He was struggling to get some shut-eye for hours, but the noise from the party-goers was keeping him awake. We didn't actually know how loud it was, cos we were all outside having a fag and a good old natter - in the freezing, bleedin' cold! Sorry Steve.

After a sluggish start to Saturday, the preparations for the Feast began. Beetlejuice and Suzie - along with a few kind helpers - got stuck into cutting, slicing, chopping and uhm.. err...whatever else it is you do to sort out some nosh for about 30 hungry buggers.

And what a magnificent job they did.

I wasn't alone in my second trip to grab some great grub - I even saw the kids get seconds of sprouts! So that must be an achievement in itself! Just about everyone said they were stuffed and wanted to wait till later for pudding.

So we had a few seasonal words then moved on to Secret Santa. And unfortunately I was Santa. Grumpy Santa. If I'd realised it was a Presidential Duty, I wouldn't have taken the position...but I actually found myself enjoying the occasion. That was probably down to my able assistants, the National Elf Service. Cheers Rick and Joe.

I'd nipped for a pee and when I came back I was faced with various people's impressions of a blow-up doll

After that we carried on drinking again. No surprise there, I hear you say. Things started off a little more subdued than the riotous Friday night, but surprisingly became bloody funny, with everyone finding damn good reason to be in good cheer. Everywhere you looked there were chuckling or hysterical folk. Brilliant!

Then it happened.

You know what it's like when you get a bunch of drunks in a room...and the conversation suddenly turns to sex. As usual. But this time the topic somehow turned to blow-up dolls. Don't ask me how, I'd nipped for a pee and when I came back I was faced with various people's impressions of a blow-up doll. Bizarre, but bloody funny! Just take a look at the strange pictures further down the the page!!!

But all good things must come to an end. We all ended up having an early night. As in 4am early. Thankfully, we hadn't kept Steve awake this time, he'd moved to a different block.

It was a chilled out, pack up and piss off time on the Sunday morning. Everyone heading off home in good cheer, ready for our next party. I'd had a fantastic time - and it appeared to me that all the members and guests present, had enjoyed themselves too. Result!

Come on 2010, what you got lined up for us, then???

Wigan Paul



























And then there was the "Doll-Off"...










Normal service is resumed...





And here's Tracey's pix...












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