Dear NERDS,
The next ramble will be a joint excursion with the Gatwick Darkside (Yes, there will be real girlies amongst us for a change) and will be on Wednesday January 8th.
We shall meet at Lewes at 10 30hrs, but buy a return ticket to Berwick because we shall proceed there on the 11 09 train from Lewes.
Happy New Year to all and see you on the 8th.
Lafayette.
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Saturday, December 14, 2013
Christmas 2013 Ramble
NERDS' Christmas Ramble 12th Dec. 2013.
Those Present – Matt, Froggy, Lafayette, Sandyballs, Paco, The Captain.
What Happened On The Ramble.
Sandyballs had decided to bring a little glamour and culture into the poor, deprived lives of the NERDS and had booked Christmas Lunch at Stanmer House at Falmer. This was a posh stately home whose history was a bit obscure [actually constructed by French architect Nicolas Dubois in 1722] but which had developed into an A1 eating and drinking place not far from the university of Sussex.
Lafayette set off from his hovel in Newhaven looking forward to seeing a place where classy people formerly lived and hoping to mix with classy NERDS such as the Captain (who throughout the day kept referring to himself as “working class”(!)). However from the start Lafayette was not having much luck at the station. First off he couldn't get a ticket – Newhaven railway staff being too idle to open their office, and secondly when the train arrived some of the doors failed to open so poor Lafayette had to squeeze on with all the horrible smelly students.
Joining the carriage full of horrible smelly NERDS, Lafayette found himself surrounded by people pining to go back to Gatwick where they could pretend to be I.O.s once more (at a major airport, not just some bad excuse for a port such as Newhaven) He got on just as Captain was spinning some yarn to a fascinated SB. and El Paco about how he had cleverly got the American CEO of a large multi-national company to admit he was really a working holiday maker, and had thus been RLE for being non conducive to badgers' welfare (or something). Lafayette sought to break up this interesting tale by suggesting theNERDS held a raffle to supply one of their kidneys to Bronco so that he could come on the next Christmas bash rather than having to be dyalisised all the time. Surprisingly, there did not seem to be a lot of support for this altruistic action. Dog eat dog in the NERDS!
At Lewes, after Lafayette had stood in a queue for twenty minutes to honestly buy his ticket, Sandyballs popped up and dragged us up to The Brewers Arms for a committee meeting and for meticulous (mean with postage) people to dish out Christmas cards.
Here over a few pints of dark stuff the Captain was voted Cord of The Year (by Matt), for inspiring all the rave parties they held among the Seaford Glitterati. (wife/partner swapping, cocaine snorting, lavish spending of money etc.). Lafayette wished he could join in the fun but there wasn't a Newhaven branch and he was income barred from applying to join the smart Seaford set, (oh, dear).
Froggy was wearing his super red jumper with the Father Christmas nipple pull – ring this when you want another drink,so we kept ringing it..... and he told us that he had naked pictures of a friend's daughter on his Facebook account to while away the long boring evenings when there were no Cords parties taking place in Seaford (Lafayette was madly jealous that Froggy had been invited to these bunga-bunga sessions and not himself).
And so it was soon time to wend our way to Falmer for lunch – except that Matt and Lafayette got distracted looking in some sex shop in Lewes and nearly missed the train. Lafayette had wanted a nipple pull ring like Froggy's and thought that Matt was the ideal expert to advise and help him choose.
Stanmer House ...ah, Stanmer House,
once home to the aristocracy of Sussex where the rich gambled away their family fortunes and indulged in unimaginable depravities (a bit like the Cords). The walls of the house were hung with imposing portraits of lordly ancestors, there were beautifully bound books on every shelf, there were languid women bedecked with silk pashmenas draped over every couch and the beer was over £4 a pint! We knew we had finally arrived at the pinacle of society. No dirty scrabblings in the rear bar of the Seven Sisters, or sordid discussions about insurance payouts, this was real class.
The place was packed. It hadn't been like this a couple of years previously when we had come. There were five rooms of posh people sitting around reading The Tatler and discussing what colour Barbour young Peregrine would be wearing at Annabell's coming out party. We were eventually located at our table in room 5, the one furthest away from the loo, on a table that had definitely seen better days but the atmosphere was jolly and convivial. The waitresses were young, sexy and wore short black skirts. The table opposite was composed of unhinged academics including a lady with a lush moustache (I kid you not) and so Christmas lunch began.
It had been an inspired choice of venue and menu by Sandyballs and we were treated to a glass of prosecco and various amuse-gueules to titillate our taste buds before the main courses. Most of us had turkey except S.B. who had steak with a supplement and the captain who had pork. The standard was excellent. Paco managed to avoid waving his arms about and upsetting everyone's drinks and it was left to Froggy to spread Paco's beer all over the table and disgrace himself. Captain amused us with tales of Old Newhaven Port including the eccentricities of Bob Jeffery and his son, The Dauphin. This was all before Lafayette's time and he got the impression it had all been a port where lunatics reigned and IOs would dye their hair before getting shafted by The Shining Light. (what a place!).
Matt fell into a fit of despair after having measured his todger with the tape measure he had got out of his cracker and retired early. The rest us got stuck into Christmas pudding and the like, and glasses were raised to Bronco who couldn't be with us, and the Bish who was helping to subsidise everyone's meal (God bless them every one).We all ordered coffees and brandies and ended up being served vast Irish type coffees which is not quite what we had wanted but which were so good we each had another! Food and drink excellent here, service good too and the place was so classy you could literally smell the money wafting about.
Next, Lafayette's notes record him sitting in The Lansdowne Arms drinking mulled wine - the bit before this was a tad vague. Paco took a liking to someone's small dog and was crawling round the floor patting it, Sandyballs was swaying somnolently and Froggy was telling everybody the story of his life. So it looked like it had been a good day. Congrats to Sandyballs for the organisation and to all those who came (or who paid and didn't - hee, hee).
Froggy is hoping to organise a pub crawl in Eastbourne again next week – so watch this space and Happy Christmas all you NERDS!
Lafayette.
Those Present – Matt, Froggy, Lafayette, Sandyballs, Paco, The Captain.
What Happened On The Ramble.
Sandyballs had decided to bring a little glamour and culture into the poor, deprived lives of the NERDS and had booked Christmas Lunch at Stanmer House at Falmer. This was a posh stately home whose history was a bit obscure [actually constructed by French architect Nicolas Dubois in 1722] but which had developed into an A1 eating and drinking place not far from the university of Sussex.
Lafayette set off from his hovel in Newhaven looking forward to seeing a place where classy people formerly lived and hoping to mix with classy NERDS such as the Captain (who throughout the day kept referring to himself as “working class”(!)). However from the start Lafayette was not having much luck at the station. First off he couldn't get a ticket – Newhaven railway staff being too idle to open their office, and secondly when the train arrived some of the doors failed to open so poor Lafayette had to squeeze on with all the horrible smelly students.
Joining the carriage full of horrible smelly NERDS, Lafayette found himself surrounded by people pining to go back to Gatwick where they could pretend to be I.O.s once more (at a major airport, not just some bad excuse for a port such as Newhaven) He got on just as Captain was spinning some yarn to a fascinated SB. and El Paco about how he had cleverly got the American CEO of a large multi-national company to admit he was really a working holiday maker, and had thus been RLE for being non conducive to badgers' welfare (or something). Lafayette sought to break up this interesting tale by suggesting theNERDS held a raffle to supply one of their kidneys to Bronco so that he could come on the next Christmas bash rather than having to be dyalisised all the time. Surprisingly, there did not seem to be a lot of support for this altruistic action. Dog eat dog in the NERDS!
At Lewes, after Lafayette had stood in a queue for twenty minutes to honestly buy his ticket, Sandyballs popped up and dragged us up to The Brewers Arms for a committee meeting and for meticulous (mean with postage) people to dish out Christmas cards.
Froggy was wearing his super red jumper with the Father Christmas nipple pull – ring this when you want another drink,so we kept ringing it..... and he told us that he had naked pictures of a friend's daughter on his Facebook account to while away the long boring evenings when there were no Cords parties taking place in Seaford (Lafayette was madly jealous that Froggy had been invited to these bunga-bunga sessions and not himself).
And so it was soon time to wend our way to Falmer for lunch – except that Matt and Lafayette got distracted looking in some sex shop in Lewes and nearly missed the train. Lafayette had wanted a nipple pull ring like Froggy's and thought that Matt was the ideal expert to advise and help him choose.
Stanmer House ...ah, Stanmer House,
The place was packed. It hadn't been like this a couple of years previously when we had come. There were five rooms of posh people sitting around reading The Tatler and discussing what colour Barbour young Peregrine would be wearing at Annabell's coming out party. We were eventually located at our table in room 5, the one furthest away from the loo, on a table that had definitely seen better days but the atmosphere was jolly and convivial. The waitresses were young, sexy and wore short black skirts. The table opposite was composed of unhinged academics including a lady with a lush moustache (I kid you not) and so Christmas lunch began.
It had been an inspired choice of venue and menu by Sandyballs and we were treated to a glass of prosecco and various amuse-gueules to titillate our taste buds before the main courses. Most of us had turkey except S.B. who had steak with a supplement and the captain who had pork. The standard was excellent. Paco managed to avoid waving his arms about and upsetting everyone's drinks and it was left to Froggy to spread Paco's beer all over the table and disgrace himself. Captain amused us with tales of Old Newhaven Port including the eccentricities of Bob Jeffery and his son, The Dauphin. This was all before Lafayette's time and he got the impression it had all been a port where lunatics reigned and IOs would dye their hair before getting shafted by The Shining Light. (what a place!).
Matt fell into a fit of despair after having measured his todger with the tape measure he had got out of his cracker and retired early. The rest us got stuck into Christmas pudding and the like, and glasses were raised to Bronco who couldn't be with us, and the Bish who was helping to subsidise everyone's meal (God bless them every one).We all ordered coffees and brandies and ended up being served vast Irish type coffees which is not quite what we had wanted but which were so good we each had another! Food and drink excellent here, service good too and the place was so classy you could literally smell the money wafting about.
Next, Lafayette's notes record him sitting in The Lansdowne Arms drinking mulled wine - the bit before this was a tad vague. Paco took a liking to someone's small dog and was crawling round the floor patting it, Sandyballs was swaying somnolently and Froggy was telling everybody the story of his life. So it looked like it had been a good day. Congrats to Sandyballs for the organisation and to all those who came (or who paid and didn't - hee, hee).
Froggy is hoping to organise a pub crawl in Eastbourne again next week – so watch this space and Happy Christmas all you NERDS!
Lafayette.
Thursday, December 12, 2013
January 2014 Ramble
Dear NERDS,
Jan ramble will be with Gatwick Darksiders on Wednesday 8th Jan.
Lunch will be at Pete's Place ie. the Yew Tree at Arlington.
Can you let me know if you will be there or not, as soon as possible as I want to make a realistic booking. (You can tell me tomorrow if you like).
Lafayette.
Jan ramble will be with Gatwick Darksiders on Wednesday 8th Jan.
Lunch will be at Pete's Place ie. the Yew Tree at Arlington.
Can you let me know if you will be there or not, as soon as possible as I want to make a realistic booking. (You can tell me tomorrow if you like).
Lafayette.
Last minute instructions
Hope we all going to enjoy tomorrow's "ramble". We will be 6 at table as the Bish is not well and cannot join us. I have advised Stanmer House and hopefully we can get Tony's deposit back.
Weather looks fair - should be a great day!
See y'all at Lewes station.
Sandyballs
Weather looks fair - should be a great day!
See y'all at Lewes station.
Sandyballs
Wednesday, December 04, 2013
Dear Fellow NERDS,
This month's 'Ramble' is, as you know, on Thursday 12th at the NERDS -approved Stanmer House. We will be 7 at table. Should have been 8 to include Bronco. I was in contact with him and he was very keen to join us and went so far as to give me his menu choices. He then realised that Thursdays he has to go to hospital for dialysis. Pity.
Anyway, if Seaford and Newhaven types take the 09.55 from Seaford, I will meet you (suitably festively coutured one hopes) at Lewes station. It was my original intention to go straight to The Swan at Falmer for a couple of lemonade shandies prior to the short stroll across the park. However The Swan does not open until 12 noon - yes, Froggy I do check sometimes! - so Plan B. We will walk from Lewes station to The Brewers ( opens at a sensible 10 AM) for the aforementioned shandies.
Then some choices. We can either take a bus to Falmer (the 28 or 29) or walk back to the station to take the train. We can then perhaps visit The Swan for another mildly alcoholic drink containing lemonade prior to the stroll to our lunchtime destination.
So, a day return ticket to Falmer, festive clothing and lots of money!
Sandyballs
This month's 'Ramble' is, as you know, on Thursday 12th at the NERDS -approved Stanmer House. We will be 7 at table. Should have been 8 to include Bronco. I was in contact with him and he was very keen to join us and went so far as to give me his menu choices. He then realised that Thursdays he has to go to hospital for dialysis. Pity.
Anyway, if Seaford and Newhaven types take the 09.55 from Seaford, I will meet you (suitably festively coutured one hopes) at Lewes station. It was my original intention to go straight to The Swan at Falmer for a couple of lemonade shandies prior to the short stroll across the park. However The Swan does not open until 12 noon - yes, Froggy I do check sometimes! - so Plan B. We will walk from Lewes station to The Brewers ( opens at a sensible 10 AM) for the aforementioned shandies.
Then some choices. We can either take a bus to Falmer (the 28 or 29) or walk back to the station to take the train. We can then perhaps visit The Swan for another mildly alcoholic drink containing lemonade prior to the stroll to our lunchtime destination.
So, a day return ticket to Falmer, festive clothing and lots of money!
Sandyballs
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