A True Diary of Woe - Part Fourteen

Written by Inchcock

Saturday, 24 September 2011

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Similar type of animal to the actual leg chewing dog

A story of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, and poverty, starting in August 1947

Chapter Twenty-Nine:
The Dart team's weekend out of season trip to Southport

There was 15 of us, all looking forward hopefully to sampling the Lancashire ales and lassies, as we climbed into the battered old AEC Regal coach - and set out for the 'Gladstone Pub' Darts Team Annual Outing - this year, a weekend stay at Southport.

As seemed traditional, we got lost on the way there, and our ETA of 1800hrs, was actually 2100hrs at the hotel on the seafront road.

The place was deserted, not a single person in sight, apart from our motley crew, as we exited the warmth of the bus, out into the, oh so cold wind blowing in from the sea, and we each grabbed our luggage and ran into the hotel foyer.

We were dispersed in three bedrooms, five beds in each, and were soon washed, changed, and back down to meet the others in the foyer, ready and eager for the quenching of our need for ale, as we hurriedly (it was getting late, and the pubs there closed at eleven) walked into the centre of the city, to find a pub to sample.

After my fifth pint, I think our group were playing dominoes, or trying to, things get a but fuzzy memory-wise, the next clear but painful recollection was of the next morning.

I awoke, and was gripped by a panic, I could not open my eyes! As I moved to find the edge of the bed, I hit my head on something solid - now I was really confused... then one of the lads said (over the cheering of the other lads) "Hang on, hang on, Christ I'm sorry Gerry, I thought it was a tube of shaving lather..." It seemed that I had opened the door of the wardrobe, and got my head down with my feet sticking out the night before) one of the lads thought it would be an amusing prank, if he covered my face in shaving lather, but in his inebriated state, he thought the tube of my toothpaste was Palmolive shaving cream, and covered my face in it, thus I could not open my eyes this morning when it had dried like concrete!

They were now concerned for my predicament, despite their hangovers, and took me into the bathroom, and dipped my head in and out of some hot water, until the toothpaste was soft enough to be picked off in lumps, much to their amusement. They managed to take off a third of my moustache at the same time!

We all decided it would be a good idea, to go for a bracing walk along the seafront road to help clear our heads, and so in a short while there we were, fifteen of ambling along the centre of the road, shuddering in the wind, with me bringing up the rear - when I noticed the lads split to either side of the road, to reveal this little dog, belting though them, only to stop at me, and decided to have a chew of my ankle, much to the merriment of the lads! I still cannot work out why this beast should run passed fourteen lads, and twenty-eight ankles, to get to mine for his breakfast?

That being the last night there, we set out to enjoy the amenities on offer at the ale providing hostelries of Southport, not at that time concerned that we had foolishly arranged for the coach to pick us up at 0500hrs in the morning!

We split into little groups, and again I lose many facts of what occurred after that, again until the morning.

With much effort and pain, we slowly got ourselves up, after the coach driver had been allowed to come up to our rooms to offer encouragement to us!

As we assembled, a sorry looking bunch indeed, it came to light that we were short of two bodies... Tony and Frank. It transpires that Frank was in local nick, and Tony was in hospital with a broken leg?

All I had was a part-missing moustache, a bloodied ankle, and a massive headache. So compared to some of the lads, I'd done well.

That was until it came to alighting from the coach, as I missed my footing on the steps, and joined Tony with a broken leg.

More to follow

The story above is a satire or parody. It is entirely fictitious.

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