The first meeting of the new committee was held the other night. Always a fun evening when the jobs are dished out. This followed hot on the heels of last Tuesday evening (which all of my three readers know is club night) and the search began for a play for the autumn production. Suggestions so far have ranged from the funny to the ambitious and even the bizarre. Do not fret dear reader I will keep you well informed as the mystery unfolds and you will be amongst the first to hear when the new play is announced. The white smoke will be sent up the chimney in due course.
Preparations are also in place for our stall at the Church Fete on the 30th June. Always a pleasant afternoon being in the grounds of Kingston House, especially if the sun shines. The last few years we have had a version of Play Your Cards Right and quite rightly this is now considered a bit old hat like dear Brucie himself, and so we intend to have some olde worlde stocks and take money from passers by who wish to throw wet sponges at group members. To the great disappointment of many I am not volunteering for the stocks. However several members have come forward so now is your chance if you think any recent productions have not been up to scratch. Don’t forget 30th June, Kingston House 1pm-4pm I believe. Seats in all parts.
No decision yet on where we shall go on our weekend away. The hotels of the country wait with baited breath whilst we throw ideas, and brochures, about.
As one of the nation’s retired (I hasten to add I took early retirement) four of us including my bride set out last week on our bicycles on the inaugural run of the Southmoor Harriers. I mention this because I don’t want anyone to think all I do is drama as it were. Anyway the run was cut short in the first instance ‘cos my pedal fell off. You couldn’t make it up. Fifty yards is as far as I got and then spent twenty minutes looking for the nut. Eventually we set off for the wilds of Fyfield and that excellent hostelry The White Hart and took advantage of the Daily Telegraph two-for-the–price of-one offer. Like you do. Clutching our tokens, negotiating the crossing of the A420 and keeping an eye on the dodgy pedal all at the same time-who said men can’t multitask?
Should the Southmoor Harriers prosper and venture to further inns of repute I will keep you informed. Meanwhile suffice to say The White Hart is highly recommended.