Grubs M.C.C.
Ugly Grub's Ball.
May 23rd, 24th, 25th. 1997.
If you are keen on your history,
which I am not, then Market Bosworth may
ring a few bells. It seems that nearly 500 years ago, in a
nearby field, a group of
leather clad & be-helmeted types set up camp prior to kicking
the shit out of a similar group.
They say history often repeats
itself. Well apart from the shit kicking bit in a
way it does. In a field, near to Market Bosworth a group of
be-helmeted & leather clad persons are setting up camp.
Tents of all shapes & sizes appear. Flags of different
"legions" appear. Is this some historical society
keen on re-enacting the Battle of Bosworth?
NO. It`s just the Grubs M.C.C. holding their Ugly Grub's Ball
rally.
The Grubs rally is one of those peaceful, laid back affairs
where people can
take part in really silly games and not feel a prat. Much
enjoyment & silliness was had by all.
The venue is Market Bosworth rugby club, about a mile out of
town, so it`s
not too far to walk in order to sample some of the good pubs in
the village.
The Olde Red Lion does a wonderful pint of Theaksons Old
Peculiar.
Being old & peculiar myself, I find it a beer I can
empathise with. Oh my head. Never again.
The beer prices in the club were reasonable, and when the
bar closed, the
kitchen opened selling assorted types of falling down
water. The Grubs version of "Pass the parcel"
went down well. Just don't mention custard pies. It
was good to see the "Gaffer" of the rugby club
enjoying himself along with the lads. He drank so
much "enjoyment" that the last I saw of him he was
lying on the grass outside with his coat over him.
The rest of the night carried on as Saturday nights on
rallies should. The raffle,
followed by the eating & drinking competitions, then the
awards. I was dead chuffed to get the prize for best
Trike. I then remembered that there was only one Trike on
the field. Good job there was no award for rat Trike.
Thanks lads.
Seeing as this rally was held on the Bank holiday weekend I
assumed that
Sunday night would carry on in the same vein as Friday &
Saturday.
For some reason, Sunday saw almost everyone pack up and
leave. From 150
plus, down to 4. Yes, 4. Three of us intrepid
Moonshiners and "Day-glo", a chap I have known for the
best part of 15 years, and still don't know his real
name. Due to much dinner time drinking, I was the only one
who managed to go into town Sunday night. The others were
still sleeping it off at ten O'clock Sunday night.
That's the way to do it, as Mr. Punch often says.
I like Grubs.
I like Ugly Grubs.
I even like Ugly Grubs Balls.
Catch you all next year lads and thanks for a good one.
Cheers.
^..^
Lone Wolf.