N.E.R.D.S’ Ramble No. 244 - 24/3/10.

Those Present - Sandyballs, Lafayette, Froggy, Captain Haddock, El Paco.

The Pumpton Ramble. (sic)


The weather was dull and shitey threatening rain, no sign of Spring yet, but the NERDS threw all their troubles aside and went to Lewes to breakfast chez Vic in his Greasy Spoon caff on the station. Poor old Vic was in despair ; the railway company were threatening to close him down because his presence was not in accordance with the company ethos. Maybe it was because his coffee was of too high a standard or the fact that he was pleasant to his customers and read poetry to them - who knows? The NERDS were enraged; The Captain spluttered in rage; Sandyballs and Paco tried to get Vic to join their respective unions (laugh out loud); and everone signed Vic’s petition adding that the waitresses could perhaps be sexier and wear shorter skirts and even speak Lithuanian if necessary.

When we were finally chased out of the caff for being flippant we got the train to Plumpton where that day’s ramble was to start. Lafayette had brought along his two way radios that he had bought in case of emergencies and originally to keep his other girly rambling group in order. He handed one to Gold Leader, Sandyballs who quite liked the idea of using it even though Lafayette was only two feet to his right. Still, you really don’t know when a real emergency might take place do you? And someone might spot Philby floating around in a field somewhere.

The ramble proceeded; Froggy and Lafayette discussed why they both needed a bigger size of shoe these days and decided they were victims of ‘Fat Feet Syndrome’. Sandyballs told Lafayette that he really ought to pull his finger out (ugh!) and submit his stool samples to the health centre as required by his doctor. ( There are some disadvantages to being a pensioner and at the mercy of the NHS computer). In the meantime Gold Leader managed to get us all lost.

We found ourselves wandering up some pleasant farmy-type drive in the mud and the rain until some nice horsey lady told us kindly that we were trespassing and she would shoot us in the arse with her shotgun unless we all came in and shagged her and her horse. Although some of us were tempted (a bit) we all turned and fled back up to the main road.where after a bit of dithering about we passed a Marzipan Witch’s House and finally found The Jolly Sportsman pub, which we had actually been aiming for, for a pitstop.

This was a marvellous place. It sold two local beers (both excellent) and about 65 different whiskeys. Fortunately we kept to the beers that day but even so after a while Sandyballs found he couldn’t read the map saying that the symbol for a petrol pump looked like a mobile phone and what did PH mean? (God Almighty everyone knows it means Public House!) and Froggy told us proudly that there were three ‘plubs in Pumpton’ (presumably where you could go clumping of an evening).
We got a delightful barmaid called Laura to take our photo and then Froggy , who was really on form that day,( or just drunk) spotted a notice advertising ‘Pig Baby and Bar Nipples’ and thinking it was dish of the day ordered it from Laura who looked a bit puzzled. Sandyballs had not meant to lunch here but the fact that it was raining outside, we were warm , comfortable and full of beer inside, persuaded most of us we wanted to stay there. That is until we saw the prices on the menu…..

Saddened by the fact they wanted about fifteen quid for fish and chips, we reluctantly dragged ourselves out into the rain and set off for the Half Moon at Pumpton (ha ha!)
Nestled in the Sussex Downs at the joining of two minor roads, the Half Moon is a very pleasant pub which, when we arrived, was devoid of any vieilles truites (or truites vieilles - according to the way you were taught French). In fact it was devoid of anybody except us which is how the NERDS liked it. However it had a roaring fire which gave it the Captain’s vote and the menu seemed more reasonable which gave it Sandy balls’ vote too.

The lunch was excellent (and cheap) and of course it sold Harvey’s so it couldn’t go far wrong. The Captain, now replete, regaled us with tales of how he used to be a
‘fournisseur de chiens’ for the PAF (Police de L’air et des Frontieres for those of you who’ve forgotten). When Lafayette, whose French was excellent, asked if this meant that that Captain had actually been a pimp supplying the PAF with ugly ladies past their sell-by date, he was slapped down by the Captain who told him that he must be barking up the wrong tree.

The under manager was an excellent bloke, friendly and accommodating and we gave his pub the NERDS approved sticker (that is we would have if….). As we were favoured customers he took us into the back room and showed us all the erotic paintings of his regulars. He said if we kept going there we too might join that elusive band and have our portraits done with no clothes on (mental note, must tell Matt ..ed.)
We shall have to have a word with Bob down The Engineer - he doesn’t do any thing as good as this!

So, afterwards we walked back to get the train at Pumpton where we shared the carriage with all those poor people who had had to commute to work that day (lol)
We were grateful that Gold Leader hadn’t made us walk back up the escarpment to Lewes; now that would have sobered us up quicker than anything.

Thanks to Sandyballs for choosing a couple of good pubs and getting us lost once again. It had been a good ramble; lets hope we see both B.T. and Matt on the next one in April.


Remember, Matt, Spring is the time for lurv, so get that posing pouch out!


Lafayette.