Peter Lamb had made many
"guest" appearances before accepting our invitation to
become President between 1998 - 2001. He then became the first reigning President
to tour with the lads. Brave soul. Made history when attaining an
unprecedented FOUR numbers in one Blottery
Draw (4 = 2 pints or Doubles AND it wasn't a stitch-up!).
Come the Annual Awards Evening however and, good sport that he is,
Pete downed his remaining Blottery in front of all. See the picture.
Despite all our mickey-taking Pete gave as good as he gets, and
puts some of us to shame on the field where his speciality position is
Fine Leg - each over - thus running miles more than us (especially
with your bowling-Ed)!
The photo depicts the strange look given to Jowallika's
"Rush" - a pint of cider with a sherry-glass of Crème De
Menthe clanking inside - accompanied by the words "B#@~?$ks
to that!" as the glasses chinked his teeth while trying the
obviously disgusting concoction. For the record, Jowallika's face was
just as funny, screwing up on impact as the aftertaste kicked in
within the confines of his cake-hole. Not a pretty sight. He was not a
happy man. Nor was President Pete, either. Not happy men at all.
The unforgettable image is of Pete on the
Millennium cricket tour to the Isle of Wight. The itinerary usually
includes an evening out at a local nightclub. So off we went, inviting
the old feller out along the way as we didn't want to make him feel
left out. Left out? A few of the younger ones couldn't even get in the
club, if they did they would have been worn out while Pete still
danced the night away, a bird on each arm (Shirley
not! I hope you're joking!- Ed).
Actually, he was supporting a couple of us on the way home...
The previous play on words refers to an
occurrence on the Millennium Tour. Pete remarked to a barlady that she
reminded him of a girl he once knew called Shirley. No doubt Marion,
Helga, Ermintrude or whatever her name was, was dead chuffed when he
announced "I'll call you Shirley!" And he did, all night. In
remembrance of this (and with more than a nod to the Four Seasons) we
serenaded Pete in the taxi van on the way home from a restaurant the
following night. Along with other lyrics, it was captured on tape, and
you can still hear it here (MP3
format, 3m 18s, 582KB). You may (team members certainly
will) discover other notable occurrences from the same tour set to