SOUTHERN TEMPLARS S.C.5th ANNIVERSARY DO, 13TH NOVEMBER 2004
Doesn't time fly when you're having fun? Because we certainly have. Since our inception and beginnings in the last Millennium we have come on leaps and bounds. We started off back in 1999 and from acorns and all that, we now have umpteen members. Not sure how many exactly, but we do pretty good. Like I said, time has flown by, and we've done OK. So with 5 years upon us now, it had to be celebrated and as previous, we bust the bank and ensured we put on a good time and made sure it was all that. It must have been good because Mickey, myself and the midget Bexsy started on it at 1 p.m. We got ourselves in the Noah's Ark pub for that time and cracked on, and as we ventured to the other battle cruisers of the fine city of Plymouth, we harassed and accosted anybody that we knew (and several we didn't!), and made sure they knew of the evening's event. We must have done a good job because we had a top turn out!
Anyhoo, we made sure everyone was up for it, and come about 7.30ish; we assembled in the Breton Arms (top bar for sponsoring my boxing team by the way), and got our act together. As well as those who had already set things up, and to make sure everything was in order to get people in and have a corking time! Corking time was had by all, and everyone was suitably lubricated for partying like rock stars. Rock and/or roll, we certainly did, courtesy of some top tunes spun by Nicola and Mickey. Talking of Mickey, he had a bit of an issue with the CD player, so he scrubbed round that, and stuck to vinyl. That is an item to look at next time, but it didn't mar the enjoyment.
We had also booked Too Hot to play, and when they took the stage, don't ask, I was too drunk to remember what time they came on, but I believe it was about 10.30, they did not fail to deliver, as per usual. The band played a stomper of a set, and everyone was happy because we demanded an encore, which came to us with no trouble. Everyone who was on the floor was giving it welly, and grooving like motherfuckers! I remember taking to the floor and ending on my arse, which will explain my hip being sore in the morning, trying to bust a move like a break dancer and looking a complete twat! Oh well, at least I didn't get the worst dancer trophy, which went to young Paul, who either needs dancing lessons or should take the hot poker out of his arse!! The best turned out club was our mates from The Showmen in Torquay, who always make an effort and are to be commended for that. It's a shame some others couldn't do with scratching our back either, we've scratched yours often enough! Maybe I should buy a back scratcher or a rod for theirs? Just make more of an effort next time, you know who you are. Whoever was the furthest travelled didn't come up to collect their prize, so if you think you deserved it then contact Mike at our website, www.southerntemplars.com and see if you can justify yourself.
Big shout outs go to all those who donated prizes for the raffle, namely Paul, Big Allan and whoever else did. Mickey had a prize but left it at home, the soft pillock! Also to the following clubs, the Troglodytes, Section 8, The Showmen, Confederates, Isca, and anyone else who made it, I can't remember, I was a bit elephants! Thumbs up to Nicola who did most of the dj'ing, because Mickey got fucked off with the sillies as previously mentioned, as well as Too Hot for being there and doing a cracking set. Also cheers big ears to the lot of you, and by the way, it also doubled up as my going away do, as I'm offski to the Gulf for six months, so thanks for those who bought me a pint as well. Nice one.
Chris Butler for Mike Handy, and photos by Sean. Hangover by
John Smith.