Last night - what was that all about?
First up, how did my 35 mile route turn into 41 miles (average 13.7mph)? I got home at just gone 1am and one’s good lady was not impressed. Mind you, I’m quite pleased at the state of my legs this morning.
How much beer did we drink? The poor waitress at the first Leather Bottle lost count and had to ask us. Even Tomsk, normally the sensible steady one, was knocking it back. And Tomsk old mate, real ale is not a bona fide energy drink.
When we arrived at the second Leather Bottle it really got silly. Why was chief handing out tissues? I dread to think what he was proposing. We also learnt that chief has to take a picture of Oaky drinking a pint in every pub they visit. And he catalogues them. That’s very sweet, but also a bit worrying don’t you think?
A local informed us that 23 vicars had been in earlier, there is some sort retreat up the road. This prompted Oaky to fashion a makeshift dog collar using one of chief’s tissues. There is a picture that will no doubt appear. When it does all will see that Hummers has a rival when it comes to impersonating dodgy clergy. Choirboys of England fear not, they’re only pretending.
Chief got up to buy yet another round, whilst he was at the bar I checked the time. 11:30! Don’t they have licensing laws in Pleshey? As we were preparing to leave at midnight I asked the landlord about his opening hours “Don’t worry” says our genial host “I’ll stay open while ever you’re drinking” Overhearing this Oaky takes his jacket off and sits down again!
Just remember chaps, I had a Quaker upbringing and led a quiet, sheltered life thus far. Take pity on me please.
PS - don't forget the next Essex Friday Night Ride to the Pub on the 23rd. The Green Dragon, Youngs End.
