Here is what we did yesterday 23/03/2025.
By popular choice we were going to Isfield, to The Laughing Fish.
Froggy and Matt had been here recently and made friends with a load of cyclists. They had also recommended the food and drink.
Lafayette got on the train and met Froggy and Matt. Wot, no Paco? (He had a hospital appointment Laf remembered).We got to Lewes and met Sandyballs,
Wot, no Hackers? nobody else? This would turn out to be a "rolling ramble" whereby we picked up various NERDS en route - Exciting eh?
S.B. steered us in the direction of the Gardeners Arms - for an aperitif....Most of us started off on Harveys which was safe except that S.B. had something with 6.5%
alcohol and rapidly started to lose whatever coordination he had had at the start. This was temporarily arrested by the resumption of his drinking Harveys at a mere 4.5% but the damage had been done; see later on.....
Tout d'un coup the Bish arrived. He had said he would be late and he was ....a bit. So we all squeezed up and now we were five.
We needed to leave to get the bus. Sandyballs reached down to get his jacket and found the mind-numbing beer he had imbibed had caused him to drop his jacket into the dog's bowl
under the table. No problem really except it had been full of delicious doggy water. The jacket was now wet, in fact it was very wet, but hey , the bus was waiting and The NERDS needed to move. Sandyballs was pissed (off) and a bit wet, and a bit uncomfortable. But who cared what with the war in Ukraine and the cost of beer going up weekly. Sandyballs cared but nobody took any notice. On, on.
We walked up Lewes High St in the beautiful sunny weather, all (except one) giving thanks that we had nice, dry jackets and that nobody had a dog that had peed in the doggy bowl. Around the corner, outside Waitrose we were joined by Hackers,
A pleasant ride to Isfield, most of us feeling nice and dry on the bus. Then into The Laughing Fish
and to bump into The Admiral
who had a relative living in the village and had come in to tell us about all the beautiful dry jackets he had back at home in his wardrobe. Now we were seven.
And so we set about eating and drinking.
The haddock fish cakes were good with mega big chips.
Sandyballs sat at the end of the table feeling a bit wet, until tout d'un autre coup.... Paco suddenly appeared with that guilty "I came in my car " look. Now we were eight. So we entertained him by telling him some hilarious story of the man with the wet doggy coat, and then we all set to to eat mega icecream desserts
to blot out the memory
of the tragedy of Sandyballs' poor jacket.
After this Paco gave most of us a lift back home while Hackers stayed behind in the pub in an attempt to talk Sandyballs out of committing suicide because of the shame of letting his jacket get wet.
So it had been a rolling ramble where nothing much really happened (Oh no, not much!) and thanks to Paco for the lifts and to Sandyballs for organising his jacket to get wet on purpose to entertain us.
By the way, just because I was at a free end this particular afternoon and this "account " is a bit long, it should on no account be considered a "write up"
It's just a few words to grace your blog, and it is not intended of course to go down in the annals of history as a great work of literature - like Froggy's
autobiography surely will.
And I haven't been drinking either.
Love
Lafayette.
