Are we getting older or just too tired? Or was it the quick six pints before the 9-hole tournament which left everyone a little jaded on the Friday night?
Or maybe it was just the atmosphere in the Grand Victorian? The Friday evening started with the announcement of the winning scores by the committee, with no real presentations on offer. Food was ordered from the bar (with mixed reviews, I vaguely remember something from the Commonwealth, but whether it was Kangaroo or Ostrich, I thought it wasn't bad)while we awaited the start of the
toss! The lads did let themselves down at the end though by apologising - to us! Anyway everything was going well until Dave decided to share his dinner with Lofty's head - now I knew we were on a CGS curry night! Once again the staff just laughed it all off! What do you have to do to upset these people? What sort of animals do they normally get in there before they'll say you've gone too far? At the end of the meal, we did the usual CGS runner (after paying the bill) to the Pub next door, the Rose & Crown.
Ah, the Rose & Crown. The one time we've seen the Trainee Member scared shitless by a woman! Most of us didn't see the start of the conversation as we were sitting outside enjoying a cigarette and polite conversation, but after 2 -3 minutes of Dave being out-Daved by this harridan, he insisted she come outside and meet his chums. Once deposited with us, he scampered back inside, chuckling away at his merry jape. Bastard! Never have I met such a horrible person as this woman. I think I've blocked out the incident as I can't remember exactly what it is she said or did which was so outrageous, I just know that she was an overweight foul-mouthed opinionated thing who kept her cigarettes and lighter inside her bra and she wasn't even a native of Worthing, so she can't use that as an excuse! Never have I come so close to giving up smoking! Luckily she realised she'd outstayed her welcome and moved on to the the next bunch of poor saps.
The final port of call of the evening was once again Bar Breeze. As I hadn't seen it the night before, it was another new Worthing experience and we got 2 more sleepers!. Nothing bad to say apart from the fact that they closed too early. After an argument outside the bar as to whether to walk or take a taxi, we all made our way back to the Grand Victorian.
Not necessarily the best CGS weekend, and I think it's convinced the Committee that smallish UK seaside towns, out of season, are not really the best destinations for a bunch of young studs out on the town. Or even for the CGS. Strangely, it was still a really enjoyable couple of days.
Bar Breeze effect. You could never call these three lightweight! Could you?