My monthly ride
took me to the Monkey again last night - just like four weeks ago. I was late in arriving and found Tomsk, Jiber, the Pharaoh, Captain Jack, the Hustler and Sub-Lieutenant Leslie Philips off of the Navy Lark all sitting there enjoying Captain Bob by Mighty Oak (the Quaffers' Choice).
There is a limited selection at the Monkey so Leslie soon moved onto his favoured alcopops, opening with an interesting Kiwi flavoured cider. The rest of us stuck with the good Captain Bob.
Our intrepid duo; Tomsk and Jiber both looked in fine fettle for their little adventure next week - Scotland somewhere I think. Jiber looked annoyingly trim as he smugly purchased a smaller size of ACME jersey and fitted into it better than I do
Meanwhile Leslie regaled us with his latest recipe ideas. Apparently he has agreed to produce a picnic next week for some folks on a cycling excursion, as he put it himself "I say, what jolly fun".
The discourse moved from Jiber's new bivvy bag to the state of his arse and his favoured form of treatments for said posterior. Fortunately it was some time since we had eaten. On hearing that Jiber had lost his latest tube of ointment somewhere in his bed, Leslie was heard to mutter "ding dong".
There was just enough time for Leslie to squeeze in a Ginger Beer before we saddled up and headed off into the, surprisingly chilly and windy, night. How long ago the balmy light nights of June seem.
